Veterans stand like a wall of granite,
united in one smashing fist.
You will be thrown out without any mercy,
if you are an enemy of White Race.
They keep old rules of the Movement and its smashed
by nothing spirit.
No one will see the tears of defeat for
the Flame of the Fight would die out for ages.
Freedom calls to the mortal fight and once
we'll see the fall of the tyrants.
They will give everything for the good of the Folk white Guard of the Veterans.
Holy anger goes outside for the dirt,
which is numerous everywhere.
Jackals gnaw the Russian bone,
Hawk hurries to get his piece.
Freedom calls to the mortal fight and
once we'll see the fall of the tyrants.
They will give everything for the good of
the Folk white Guard of the Veterans.
Under one banner we'll go through the life,
NS-Skinheads, rise right hands.
Better to gone in a fight together,
than to be ruled by black bitches.
