We Germanics are not some random upcomlings. It is neither the said to be of the truth the speak of the tongue. One German is figtheous, but the worrysome mines of our enemies is pay for the soul. The day shall come when the earth will rumble and thunder and lightstorm will enlighten the world once again under the stompings of our mighty iron boots. My dearest friends, fellow companions, kind fans: The day of revenge is coming nearer like the brazen motors of our most powerful tanks

DAS DEUTSCH