Paroles de Scum

Whisper of trees abates Wind of Sparkling Ice Has broken off, doesn't laugh by inflow - Water helplessly cries By the roots Land sinks Into the tombs where hatred awaits When stinky scum will come crawling To the Russian Land They deprives of anyone's own will But give the ringing of rusty fetters They don't need in free people The slaves are necessary - as much as possible! And the Sky - burnt by steel Does not flow to the Earth as rain But Aryan blood flows to rivers By the boiling bloody stream Burn, scum! Once there was no lie here Now only in cold tombs Forgotten Wisdom is kept And it's possible for us - to recollect it Once doors will open And the Cold of Underground Ice Will kill this scum and Russian People Will crucify it again for ever