Misanthropic Division - Непобедимый Воин - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Gloom, apathy, cold. In the heart is lead. There is nothing, only silence is death.

Heart beat. Merged knock. Aryan heart. Motherland.

Get up! To get up and continue the battle is an order from the outside. Superman source of energy, resuscitator! Wild passion pierces a strong body. Rise and act! Fight to the last, mercilessly kill, to come total!

Immortal and proud, the Aryan knights rebel, sparkling with armor, not looking at mortal wounds, not looking at death. Forward! One ordered to fight - forward, at all costs! Machine -gun lines, smoke, explosions of grenades, bloody flesh is scattered into shreds .. He walks forward, and hears the clang of the ancient swords of his great ancestors through shots! A warrior goes forward, and after him is different. The warrior gets up and goes through death - he came out of death. Return from another world, Odin’s order, a total offensive by the will of the White Gods. Blood boils with animal rage, but composure in the eyes. Death is behind, he broke through.

He left and forgot himself in death, now his will goes forward. The superman becomes dead, becoming those who on top, and the gods from above. Aryan knight, demigod, perfect soldier.

Total rage, a clot of white power, indomitable will and absolutely irresistible power of the white kind. Having sacrificed himself to the gods, he himself became an expression of their unquestioning will. Our will.

You will inevitably die, your life has an end. Death is what happens to everyone and will be with you. Discarding fear - go ahead! Rakhov. War! Valhalla!

Giving yourself - to become everyone. Everything for the sake of a sacred goal. Perform destiny and the highest debt. Join the battle and win.

The terrible tread of the superman .. reminding the wounded cyborg, he steps forward, stepping on the ugly skulls of enemies.

He met death, but one order to fight! To battle, warrior, - the goal is above all! Heil Eternal Führer!

Veterans and ordinary rises, sand crumbles from their punched helmets, exposing the sacred lightning of the Runes Zig. Forward! Now nothing will stop - destroy, finish off the enemy and upstairs, to Valhalla! The eternal Aryan spirit is forever inside us.

The fallen warriors rise to the sun and are born again: perhaps one of them are you, and the other is me, and all hopes only on us. Everywhere, the Aryan brothers return to our land, again the time comes to fight. It has always been so, at all times. We will fight because they want to deprive us of freedom and destroyed.

A brave heart rose from death, another glorious soldier stood up, leaning on the butt, and the blue eyes rose to the sky, and then a steel arrow rushed forward! For his native land and the white clan, for the creation of Odin, for the whole genus of glorious Nordic descendants, he broke through death and returned to perform justice - fearless, silent, clear and strong. He sees you, he sees the goal!

Revenge, terror, destruction! The offensive on all fronts and directions - now nothing will stop us!