The Fall Of Rome
Iron runs like blood through our veins*
Our will as strong as stone
Born to rule these lands
Not to serve foreign lords
Immune to the venom of your speech
Not a part of the worthless mob
Unspoiled by outlandish gold
Not bound by oaths made by bastards
This is our awakening
The dawn of Germanic pride
Never kneeling like a victim
Well aware that might is right!
Behold, the hour has come
Feeble, the frail flock writhes
Shred to pieces by wolves;
Hate proved stronger than chains
Empires rise - and they all fall;
Especially those led by greed
Where one corrupt predator
Is eager to devour the next
This is our awakening
The dawn of Germanic pride
Never kneeling like a victim
Well aware that might is right!
Burn! Empire of decadence!
Burn! Cesspool of iniquity!
Burn! Hotbed of degeneracy!
Burn! And silence will prevail ...
Burn!