Текст песни The Woods Of Solitude - Гром Четвёртого Рейха

From the darkness of centuries, measured pace,
Intrude into your daily routine,
Shredding dreams, plunging into fear,
Erases trails destinies.
Lead acid rain, erosion smile,
River filled with blood
Vain hope, silent prayers,
Burning pain of the soul.

We are shadows of the new epoch,
We ashes of the burning sky,
We judge of your sins,
The messengers of the Fourth Reich.
We revenge furious whip
We bloody light beam,
And will devour the weak in spirit
Bonfires of the Fourth Reich.

We echoing horror of war,
We laugh a violent death,
Resounds the echo of victory,
We have the blood of a Fourth Reich.
World curable disease,
People overthrown in the mouth,
What they invaded the darkness of the fallen souls.
We Thunder Fourth Reich!

Then came the days of the Wild Hunt,
Let the bloodshed, washing vices
Let the world will rise from the ashes
Erased people in the dungeons of oblivion.