Stalowa bestia (the steel beast)

In the storms of the Racial War
We won't bend to the hail of bullets
We are on the first front line
We offer hard resistance

It is coming a huge battle, the final hit
Here, it will determine nations fate
And the future of the White race
Storm, storm - a step back

Feel cold steel our bayonets
Fire, steel, death and bloodshed
Our bullets will riddle their bodies
Fire and death in the steel storms

In the steel storms - we won't bend
In the hurricane of fire - we won't bow our heads

Our mortal enemies
We will prepare bloody massacre
In the scuffle we will show them
The deepest chasm fear

With the fire in eyes we will jump to the throat
This great moment is coming
Thousands must die today
For the White race will survive

In the steel storms - we won't bend
In the hurricane of fire - we won't bow our heads