Scion of Glory & Pride - Sargeist

We can smell the blood

Among the leaves and branches

Taste the old forest breath

So hateful and pagan in tongue

We are brought to a place

Sacred among our race

Old gods watch our fight

Strength and glory at our side

The blood is still calling

Wakes an instinct of wolves

Hate in our blue eyes

Pride of the alpha supreme

The strong race is coming

End of all Jehovah’s life

We must write again with blood

Write the nature’s laws

Soon our throne is built again

Made of Christian skulls

The culture of mighty nation

Is brought to life again

Our beliefs in the ancient gods

The sorceries are binding us

With the victory and sign of the sun

Magick strengthening our creed

Our people, listen to the wolf

Deep inside your soul it speak

Honor, blood and cult of heathen man

A white wolf of highest order

We are cavalry with the might mares

Young and strong, full of pride

Strike with hate in our blue eyes

Iron tyranny returns