Nokturnal Mortum
The Taste Of Victory
Fields are covered with white snows 
woods are dreaming dreams of soil 
Time in slumber 'til Spring falls 
in white and red the earth lies frozen 
Forced whites in time of white clotted with the scarlet blood 
Echoed with the pain so dark with grey sorrow was entwined 
Yee an Aryan soldier we know your feats of arms 
Sleep safe in palace of cold forest snows 
no matter who were right and wrong 
Let the gods see the truth and judge them all, 
all those who died in nineteen forty five 
All those who won and who have lost the war 
For sacrifices made to the wrong gods 
for power given up to our worst foes 
Hail soldier hold your banner high 
time has come to sacrifice your life 
Though it's your brother stands on other side still 
it's time to fullfill the orders to kill 
The beast thirsts for Aryan blood 
squeezing down his greedy claws 
With a stolen power he forces brothers 
to whet against each other 
By slyness the blood has been spilled 
pride has been forgotten and defamed 
But the memory still lives in our hearts 
with an echo of vengeance shall the insults reply 
What incited Germans to go against slavs?
who made Russia to rot Ukraine?
Who sucked power from the world like a vampire?
who feels himself a master today?
We remember your feat a soldier of white race 
no matter either you were German or Slav 
Ghosts of war stand before our eyes 
so we shall not repeat the old mistakes again 
We do remember our forefather's oaths 
we do believe in power of 14 words 
Towers have fallen but the persons do stand firm 
and the Mason's pyramides do stare into our souls 
The taste of victory is bitterness and sarcasm 
It's price was Shekel and their scourge upon our trampled backs
Oh world beware new master 
this desert breed won't die on their own 
If they weren't burnt those 60 years ago 
they should be burnt today 
Fields are covered with white snows 
woods are dreaming dreams of soil 
Time in slumber 'til spring falls 
In white and red the earth lies frozen 
Suffused with blood of red 
Our memory dreams in sleeping lands 
What should lead your future ways 
and what do I await today
From Paroles Mania