With crowding around the chopping-block Midgard is slaughtered.
The Folk are cut down, far deep in their blood filthied,
deprived of all of their Rights, Honour, Truth and Life.
Our foes’ ridiculous lies sit stuck in layers of filth
and wish to pretend that resistance is futile; sat in useless,
spreading dumbness about that countries worth are set in guilt
all while self-defense is hollowed-eyed heckled open and causeless
Never trust any opinions to be valid in the War of all Wars.
It is burning here everywhere,
time to close the larders
as now the hardest age
stand us already in the doorway
Will grows in the towns which here have understood Realities.
Aim now our foe towards the grave and write down boundary-lines.
TRU come with the uplifting strength and might
and lacks a counterpart ― Raising now the long awaited:
MIDGARD, FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS UNIMAGINABLE PARASITED AND USED
THROUGH OUR FOES FILTHY WORK WILL ARISE NOW! ―
TO BE US ALL FINALLY CLEANSED
TRU KNOW TIME.
ODIN OWNS US ALL.
ALL VALUE IS IN OUR LIVES.
VIET HAS THE RIGHTS FIRST AND FINAL.
THE PEOPLE OWN THEIR MIGHT IN THEIR COUNTRIES.
THE TRUTH IS UNDOUBTEDLY ALL FUTURE AND LAW.