They increased to force the souls, I stood in comparison with them They wanted to seize my pride, it aroused the inner fire They tried to lower this land, we have upraised to cleanse it They replaced honour by compassion, we'll repay them with holocaust They stained the woods with blood, I want to see their blood in streams They have made my heart burning, let their temples be burnt My hatred is a river which sweeps away the vermin Let the storm evoked by a thousand ones make the sea open And absorb those which number transformed weakness into seeming might Who has made the cross this throne of a fucking feeble jewish scum Makes me dethrone him with all of my acts Their rejoice begets the black misanthropy A thirst for their decease is a basis of what I won't see through Though it will rise one day as a proud crowns of trees To lacerate heavens and make our ranks pure Be the sword on sanctities... Be the hammer on christ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
