In the shield of the 
Sun is the power 
The light of the 
Aryan knowledge 
The four wings of the sun 
The hope of spirits, and the strength of will 
As proud ancient 
Gods stand by his side 
Wotan raises his shield to protect me from the shine 
Women and children 
Old warriors 
Stone statues 
Cold eyes and bright eyes 
The four wings of the sun 
Feed my pride and will 
Their shade that falls on the 
Earth Paves the way of my dreams 
The paths that 
I walk upon 
Lead me through the darkness 
There where my fate is; the warriors old faith 
The earth hides the truth of past centuries within herself 
I feel her breath and strength 
Within her the spirits lay, which call upon us to fulfill our duty 
The battle for souls will soon come to be 
Runes will speak in ancient tongue 
The Runes which wrote my path of life 
The Gods look upon me, form their 
Golden thrones 
Above their heads a bright symbol shines 
The four wings of the 
Sun The ancient 
Aryan sign 
Wotan rises his shield 
To protect me from the shine