By The Hammer Of Spirit And Identity Of Blood (Kampf Version 2008)

What is not like in Ancient times now
Why all is sorrowful and begrimed?
Why the Ancestral Wisdom lost
Why the Blood Brotherhood forgotten is?

Alas, all the Truth was gone
Truth was gone and the false arose!
Clouds are gathered, covered the Sky
Ghastly impending over woods and fields.

With the stellar eyes, from the Firmament
Forefathers still gaze and wondering
Folk of Rus' is in deathlike slumber
Sleeping they don't see the cruel grief!

Mounds and Cromlechs devastate are
Cut down are Our Sacred Groves
Tales forgotten are, and the Runes are lost
Forbidden are Swords and Solar Signs.

Dead Rivers are flowing like a tears
And the Land is desolate like a scorched ground
All doors and windows in huts closed are
All the bolts and bars are locked up.

Only in the Forge someone still hammering
Of the Blood Identity forging the Spiritsteel
Dawn is coming forth – Rus' reawakes!
Hammer of Spirit beating incessant.

Identity of Blood shalt unite again
Our Warriors with a Bonds of Oath
That's why Forger didn't sleep in evil night
With Thunders He sworn than Folk shalt arise!