Rise My Sons
By Robert J. Matthews
Sons of Odin, Sons of Thor,
Kings of the cold sea;
O gods, we go to do you honor.
Who can stand against us?
See us, we go feed the Ravens
With your enemies
And to make the wound-dew
Run red upon the grass.
Men of the mountains, go forth!
Carry the title of liberty high;
Meet the enemy with righteous might
And with fury, drive him into the sea.
Fight my sons!
Fight for the green graves of your Sires.
Be you a shield and protect the blood kindred
People of your soil;
Reclaim our sacred ground for Aryan man and Aryan woman.
Let the seas run red with the blood
Of the fleeting alien hordes;
Go forth, my sons and carry the banner
Of your people high!
In the midst of battle I will be at your side;
Victory will be Ours!