Luyện nghe bài hát The Call Of Aryan Spirit

the voice me into darkness,
open the through which I'll leave
the call of the ancient calls me to fight
the call of slavonic
aryan lands with the expanse
milleniums come to me
the forests and everything I own
is given to the damned jewish
my blood is calling me, and I won't calm
I taste the smell of their blood
the moon whispers the darkness
the stars are leading me through the
silver people with skin
are to perform a rite
the wisemen are cursing on the jewish
and I see the man's power!
spit in jewish faces, cut into pieces
let them with their lie
let the grow up on their corpses
white man's power!
we are the ones to have the
right for land!
ours, indeed!
these have been flowing
with our blood for ages
this grass has grown on the
of our killed
hey, with us, our aryan spirit!
let our slavonic blood boil up our hatred
hey, our land, stay us!
let every on our land turn for
the on jews!
white power, you have to of useless tribes
under glorious obsession!
they are not people,
they are worms whose is only parasitism
let the spirit support us!
the war is sacred! war!