Opus Magni [English translation]

You free men who still carry the thought

Of the individuals true ideal

You who are not bent by the voice from the bank

And aren't deceived by the viper's speech

When state people and tax bureaus

Want to apply global tyranny

Shall we who can, defend every meter

So they understand that the north still is free

With fire and iron shall the freedom be payed

It costs welfare, luxury and abundance

Are you prepared to wake up from the dormancy

The price of freedom is sacrifice, blood and death

A way of fear, an open storm of terror

That scares the android to a thrall

Is for me, only the last syntax error

Which to whatever price, shall be beaten to death

Fight for your ground, and for your families

Let the flag fly high and lead you

Be hard and strong, and show what separates

A son of the north from a plebeian

Red or blue? What do you think it means?

Nothing but empty phrases emptied of substance

Our head of state bends himself for those he obeys

Whenever they invite for a dance

Fight yourself loose from the blind masses

Time is short, but there's still time to fight

Bite hard and scratch towards the world order's dogs

For they shall never, ever subjugate us

• Artist:Raubtier
• Album:Pansargryning