Des fois je me demande...

The spirits of my blood and soil
Forgotten whispers of my Forefathers
Call to me to avenge their foes
To smash the cross and raise our banners

Forged in the fires of Alba
Standing strong
Forged in the fires
United we are one
Forged in the fires of Alba
We stand tall
Forged in the fires
Hear the Heathen call

They thought they killed the brave and strong
But we still live and call for revenge
The Pagan hordes will slay you all
And destroy your weak and alien values
white lightning will destroy your Holy God
And turn your temples into ashes