nIn the shield of the Sun is the powernThe light of the Aryan knowledgenThe four wings of the sunnThe hope of spirits, and the strength of willnAs proud ancient Gods stand by his sidenWotan raises his shield to protect me from the shinenWomen and childrennOld warriorsnStone statuesnCold eyes and bright eyesnThe four wings of the sunnFeed my pride and willnTheir shade that falls on the EarthnPaves the way of my dreamsnThe paths that I walk uponnLead me through the darknessnThere where my fate is; the warriors old faithnThe earth hides the truth of past centuries within herselfnI feel her breath and strengthnWithin her the spirits lay, which call upon us to fulfill our dutynThe battle for souls will soon come to benRunes will speak in ancient tonguenThe Runes which wrote my path of lifenThe Gods look upon me, form their Golden thronesnAbove their heads a bright symbol shinesnThe four wings of the SunnThe ancient Aryan signnWotan rises his shieldnTo protect me from the shine