Not the sheeps of jehova we are
Nor the seed of adam and eve
Proud white pale warriors
Exiled forever in a golden fire stream.
The winter roars in tyrantdom
The snow covered the desert fields
It' s the night of Armageddon
And we, as flame...spreading steel.

I can see the feeble son of a carpenter
He is trembling wet, under the purple rain
White heathen ancestors, warriors awaken
... and the rain of catharsis falling red.

To be the hammer of oppression
To form the vision of "der mensch ist gott"
To be the axe of wrath...
To rise the final war upon yhvh race.

Feel the wrath of devastation
Feel the lust of desacration
By centuries of silence, revenge is led
And now rain of catharsis is falling red.

Again through the ages we are arriving
Cruel, merciless, riding war horses
With voices like the roar of the sea
In a battle against you...daughter of sion.