Total War
(Indisponível)
…And warfare breathes to face
Its call we all can here now
And the funeral mist floating like clouds
Anthems sound for ancient Aryan Gods
White Man! Your land is like it
was put into dirt,
Your words – they are not heard
They force you to listen to the moans
Of cripples, of those whose rightful
place is the grave
You are forced to think that you’re just as
they are
But there is no equality at all!
You’re Aryan!
This planet belongs to you. As it always did.
And the only worthy answer to all
degeneration, that rules here, is
D.E.T.E.R.M.I.N.A.T.I.O.N.
We summon the war, just to win
Only the week ones are afraid of war, not us
White Power is a steel that hardens with the
Time to pass
This is the supreme gift of the Gods
White Power World Wide
Only with war we’ll return the former
Honour
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