Testo di Patria

Hear the martial trumpets, listen to their chant Proudly wave the banners stained with noble blood In the heat of slaughter, smashing like Mjölnir Warwolves feel no mercy, warwolves have no fear! Marching sounds like thunder, millions of boots Step over opponents, crush the rival troops Mangled horned helmets pulled over the eyes Filled with faith in Führer, glimmering like ice! Cloaks of deepest charcoal flutter in the wind In the rays of black Sun spreading raven wings Their hands remember coolness of the sward Now they hold machine-guns, striking deadly chords Wounded mountains whisper in the sleepless night Howling in the trenches ghosts of fallen knights Voices of ancestors in a choir unite Patria is sacred – either win or die