| Song | Napola |
| Artist | Deinonychus |
| Album | Warfare Machines |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| We grow by number, every day one joins under the swastika. | |
| Leaving behind the civilized world. | |
| Every thought serves the cause, as we've been told many times. | |
| A proud to be Aryan. | |
| Curtains of blood fall over Europe, we are the next in line. | |
| Preserve and protect from decline. | |
| To kill is to survive... | |
| I'll take away your life... | |
| Follow the runes, we are dressed in hate. | |
| Your Zionist God will come too late! | |
| Each of us, indoctrinated and stale. | |
| My knife pierces your flesh, so pale! |