fairly literal tr. Frank 1997 Raise high the flag, The ranks are closed and tight, Storm Troopers march, With firm and steady step. |: Souls of the comrades Shot by Reds and Countermight Are in our ranks And march along in step. :|
Open the road For these, the brown battalions. Let's clear the way For the storm trooperman. |: In hope, to the swastika, Rise the eyes of millions, Dawn breaks for freedom And bread for all man. :|
This is the final Bugle call to arms. Already we are set Prepared to fight. |: Soon Hitler's flags will wave O'er every single street. Enslavement ends When soon we set things right. :|