Goatmoon - Der Sieg des Ziegenmondes

The corrosive parasites are trying to turn my home land into some fucking leper colony
The swastika will soon rise again upon my native soil, the time of purification is at hand

With pride I stand on the snow white ground
I raise my hand towards the clear blue sky
Under the honor grows these vast forests
Rivers flows to thousand of lakes

This soil beneath these beautiful woods has drunk unclear blood
Lakes and rivers turned red
As my forefathers before me, I'm rеady to shed blood
Sub-human parasites it is time for you to tastе my steel

Doch das Hakenkreuz wird sich über unserem Heimatboden erheben!
Die Zeit der Reinwaschung steht unmittelbar bevor!