In my own clarity of dream,
The sky is so blue, the spirit is clean.
The rank and the files of Aryan youth,
They're healthy and strongm their strenght is truth.
A call to artms is not a crime,
The braces and boots march forward in time.
Defending the race with fist and shield
Disposed like a waves across the battle field.
Now with all this clarity of dream,
With my blood so red and my skin so white,
For victory's sake I will give my life,
White warrior is running into final fight.
Eternal will and the iron hand,
Tne intellect and beauty all over the land.
Knights in armors, days of yore,
Death or victory, freedom is my goal.
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