By Will and Spirit
Inspiring words call for the rising glory,
This is a triumphant scream of coming victory,
Shouting for a renewal under sunny rays,
Calling for revenge is burning inside by a vehement white fl ame.
The proud song is roared with ferocious anthem,
She summons us to enter the palace of frost.
With the native honour and execution of more obligation
She must infl ame the heart and infl ate our will.
Prophetic visions are stretching their hands,
Wounds are cauterizing by many fi ery victories,
Flame is burning—cleaning the blood,
And life takes on a new essence from a great goal.
Ardent banners of the Will was raised up!
Now you are the fi re and wind!
The great noon comes—the path to revive,
Awakening morning is approaching.
Need to pass through fi re, need to become fi re,
By lightening your own spirit you have to pierce the horizon,
Need to become a merciless whirlwind,
Through fl aming, furious tornado!
No wolfs howling—it’s the roar of people
The world will shake with the advent of a new day.
Ardent banners of the Will in the air,
At this noon you become the heavenly leader!
Comes the great noon of the white fl ame,
Approaches the moment with brave Will,
Sons of the sun are marching shoulder to shoulder,
Dusk of the Gods are cleaving with the thunderclap!
Our Will to destroy, our Will to burn,
She drives decaying dust to the fl esh of the ground
The sky is shimmers from proudly ancestors
The truth is burning by primordial light!
The enemy around us—is in the past,
The enemy inside us—is the burden of awareness,
The voice of blood will triumphantly speak to us
And will erupt by the shaft of the fl aming willpower!
In the wind of the universe, in stellar breathing,
There will be a fi ery calling from the heaven master,
And the fl ame is enough inside the spark of the dawn
To present the world the greatness of his glory.
The water become agitated, the epoch was complete,
Turned to dust chains of eternity.
Upcoming goals, the vital words
United in the rhythm of the midday rumbling.
By will and spirit, by ashes and blood
Armor-clad with a hammer of wrath.
With the dawn came a hope, with the morning came a rage.
Blood become into ashes, the spirit was fi lled with the will.
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