[Михаэль фон Барток]

Hail Cimmerian Son, Lord and Master by inner right!
Armed with the Sacred Tree's Bough
Marked as kin of the Gods
The warriors invoke you, as you Crom invoked
AND THE WARRIORS INVOKE YOU - AS YOU CROM INVOKED

Mighty and Superior!
The four winds flee before your fury
Titans and Giant hail you as King
The shadow of the axe and the sword precede you always
And the warriors invoke you - as you Crom invoked

Blades dance and thunder crashes
The sign of your strength and anger
And the burning heart... grows ashen...

Wine, women, and riches lay at your feet
But beneath you
As even Gods die and fade away
Is there only my anger, my vengeance, still striving?
Curse the sun and the light of day!

Only a dark and iron age awaits us -
By all ways, let it come!
To see still a true son of power -
Let fall the Celestial One!

HAIL THE IRON!
HAIL THE FIRE!

Burn these baubles and trappings
Of pleasures, I now take none
I immerse myself in burning
Now hail the terrible Sun!