My country's crying weary tears, father time is calling me
Mother nature whispers softly, "come fight and set me free"
She tells me of the master plan to steal away our land
Time wills me to pull the sword out from the stony ground
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A mighty storm is screaming, tales from history, tales of pain
We have been chosen to right the wrongs and an army must be raised
And on a raging hill top, with the sword held above my head
The ancient power surges through me and lightning tells the dead
We are honoured to take the cause as we raise our standards high
Once Zionists set us on each other, never again will we brothers fight!
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Spilt blood wasted in brothers' wars and we know who's to blame
As a segment of their master plan begins to take shape
Young men strong and women proud, don't be afraid to fight
If you believe, then you'll understand, don't be afraid to die!
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Thick chains hold back beasts, held by warriors at our side
At the water's edge, mounted on serpents, our warriors ride
And all along the cliff tops stand our warriors proud
Once the prey now the hunters, we'll take back what is ours!
Proud father time and mother nature now salute the signs
Sons and daughters, a pure generation, Hail the coming times!
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Look across the dead sea! As the darkness clouds your eyes,
you've experienced Jewish misrule, now arise with me and fight!
Echoing thunder, lightning striking, Zion's usurpers, we now see
face to face, one deadly plunge and the White race is now set free!

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