| They increased to force the souls, I stood in comparison with them |
| They wanted to seize my pride, it aroused the inner fire |
| They tried to lower this land, we have upraised to cleanse it |
| They replaced honour by compassion, we’ll repay them with holocaust |
| They stained the woods with blood, I want to see their blood in streams |
| They have made my heart burning, let their temples be burnt |
| My hatred is a river which sweeps away the vermin |
| Let the storm evoked by a thousand ones make the sea open |
| And absorb those which number transformed weakness into seeming might |
| Who has made the cross this throne of a fucking feeble jewish scum |
| Makes me dethrone him with all of my acts |
| Their rejoice begets the black misanthropy |
| A thirst for their decease is a basis of what I won’t see through |
| Though it will rise one day as a proud crowns of trees |
| To lacerate heavens and make our ranks pure |
| Be the sword on sanctities… Be the hammer on christ… |