Текст песни Arkanum Krieg - Время близится святое

Time is approaching holy,
Wewelsburg lit lights
Kolovrat burning star,
His world is full of days.
Now let rise at night
Eternal Henry Fowler,
Black Order spoiled it again
The sepulchral your alcove.

It will sew his clothes
From the immortal souls of wolves:
In the hands of the sky - as before -
God welcomes the gods.
"The bones of the Aryans, immortal,
Spirit forever they do not ottsvёl;
Your Honor - only your loyalty!
Only this is your inheritance;

Above banners fatal!
Rune Sig - on and off the crosses!
Stars - mortal dust to dust,
Again, we will be clean! "
His voice will wake beasts
In their hands, swords shine -
For the ears and estates -
Hematopoietic keys!

Sleep late, they would drop,
Again rush into battle:
In pursuit of "eight eight"
In the heart - the last embers