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Thousands of sharp blades shining in
the break of dawn,
I can sense the blood thirst of our
swords.
We will confirm that the Aryans will
never be slaves!
With bravery and honour we hack to
pieces our enemy frontline.
When the swords has silenced and the
scarlet mist disappears,
the roaring thunder of fire and smoke
starts,
bursting power from the barrels of
our artillery.
Storm clouds of burning lead rolling
over our enemy troops,
we will leave none alive.

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