Besedila:
Twin Obscenity For Blood Honour And Soil

did cut like a scythe through hay And blood from the wounds did feed the thirsting soil The ravens watched, impatient for their hour Hungry for the flesh

more we stand and figh Our triumph soon at hand In battle shining brigh Glory is beckoning with lustre and fame We ignore the banners of truce and set

soon soak'd with blood With superior courage and arguments of steel Their claim both right and just His soldiers fell despite their might All pierc'd by arrows and spears And

we caused With our blades we hewed their king And let his life go forth Gilded helmets and splendid weapons Fast horses and shining coats of mail Well prepared for spoil and