By foot an armor, we´ll advance soviet forces, have no chance. Weaklings and comrades, running away, tomorrow will be, a brand new day! Don´t fear the battle, greet it instead, follow the banner, the black-white and red!
Division Wiking, is marching on, we won´t give in, until we´ve won. The warrior spirit, it never dies, once again, we will arise.
White men united, together then stood, a pan-european brotherhood. Frontfighter spirit, come back again, to a new generation of European men. Smash the reds is all I want, send me to the eastern front.
Division Wiking, is marching on, we won´t give in, until we´ve won. The warrior spirit, it never dies, once again, we will arise.
Folk and nation, I´ll defend, with an MP-40, in my hand. Iron cross upon the chest, men in black are the best! Tiger and Panther, then go ahead, communism, will soon be dead!
Division Wiking, is marching on, we won´t give in, until we´ve won. The warrior spirit, it never dies, once again, we will arise.
Division Wiking, is marching on, we won´t give in, until we´ve won. The warrior spirit, it never dies, once again, we will arise.
White men united, together then stood, a pan-european brotherhood. Frontfighter spirit, come back again, to a new generation of European men. Smash the reds is all I want, send me to the eastern front.
Division Wiking, is marching on, we won´t give in, until we´ve won. The warrior spirit, it never dies, once again, we will arise.
Folk and nation, I´ll defend, with an MP-40, in my hand. Iron cross upon the chest, men in black are the best! Tiger and Panther, then go ahead, communism, will soon be dead!
Division Wiking, is marching on, we won´t give in, until we´ve won. The warrior spirit, it never dies, once again, we will arise.