Sons of Odin, Sons of Thor,
Kings of the cold Sea;
O gods, we go to do you Honor.
Who can stand against us?
See us; we go to feed the Ravens
With your enemies
And to make the wound-dew run red
Upon the grass.
Men of the mount – ains, go forth!
Carry the title of Liberty high;
Meet the enemy with righteous might and
With fury, drive him into the sea.
Fight my sons!
Fight for the green graves of your Sires.
Be you a Shield and protect the blood kindred people of your Soil;
Reclaim our sacred ground for Aryan man and Aryan woman.
Let the Seas run red with the blood of the fleeing alien hordes;
Go forth, my sons, and carry the banner of Your people high!
In the midst of battle I will be at your side;
Victory will be Ours!
Robert Jay Mathews