The Taste of Victory - Nokturnal Mortum

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