Hoarfrost Of Blood

In the rays of rising Sun
The veil of ice is redden
It strewed and chained by coldness
And weaved on the web of dreams

Hoarfrost of Blood is glimmering, sparkling,
It melts, scattering by crimson ashes
By the bloody scabs it clotting,
Blackening, growing dim, disappearing in dust

How much blood was shed upon this land,
That snow became of the dawn color?
Forefathers returned to heirs the Heroes Blood
For they arise – the Defenders Hordes!

… (Elders) gave a sign to stand in ranks, to
Sharpen the swords, preparing for fight
For the snowstorms of gore bury the enemies,
For the rivers be filled with blood of the foes!

It’s time for banners to sing on the wind now,
Time for standarts to inhale the Freedom
It’s time for the Aryan Spirit to rise,
To fill the veins with Hoarfrost of Blood!

Let fury make hands to grasp in fists
And wolfish roar shall seethe in throat
Strike by strike – our foes shall fall
Step by step – we shall cleanse the battlefield!