Paroles de Dawning Israel's Perdition

Glaring Dawn of Israel's Perdition, glorious day of Yahwe�s fall. Thousand boots march on hebrew ground, defiling the sanctum of the yiddish nest! Behold the chosen blessed by doom. Might of Fyrfos burns in the eyes of Yahweh! The spear brandished in begotten hands, signal for the unfailing Stormer to rise! Splendorous dawn of the awakening of Fyrfos. Swirling might demands the blood of the semit, Rabbi corpses feed the Holocaust of triumph, blood of swine aborns the synagogue walls! Hailed be the Dawn of Israel�s perdition, monuments of doom built on your wealth. Cursed and stoned be the seed of David, your star-lies crushed on the ashes of your spawn! Glaring Dawn of Israel�s Perdition, glorious day of Yahwe�s fall. Thousand boots march on hebrew ground, defiling the sanctum of the yiddish nest! Behold the chosen blessed by doom. Might of Fyrfos burns in the eyes of Yahweh! The spear brandished in begotten hands, signal for the unfailing Stormer to rise!