Rising like the Midnight Sun you shine. Secret King of Irmin, you appear. Irminenschaft! Denounce Christ, the saviour, the fake! Illuminate Krist, the god of Irmin! Twenty-four Runes you'll scribe like Odin! Use all that you have learnt to rule! Pas on your wisdom to us! Fuel the hatred of mankind; destroy! Secret King of an ancient line, You'll find darkness and the secret star... Shine! From Letras Mania