‘Neath a warm winter sun, like runes upon my flesh..glowing
humbled before an expanse of majesty, hills long rolling
the lustre of green so proud, clear vistas boldly showing
our reasons to toil, the glory of a mighty culture’s sowing
Fight to live free of parasites, of cultural terror and destruction
War!
Bear knives against the targeted, once only metaphorical bulldozing
War!
For they choke the life from any semblance of evolved construction
theatre of loss, all insidious ways of our enemy’s composing
Mix us no more! Prepare for War!
Mix us no more! Prepare for War!
For blood and glory, grow tall!
For blood and glory, grow tall!
Decades of forced integration hail the slave ring, enthroned
upon the necks of our brothers and sisters, over their empty souls
I wonder…why is it welcomed? This slashing of our once forward motion
and giving in to hypnotism under globalised devotion
We die!
Mix us no more! Prepare for War!
Mix us no more! Prepare for War!
For blood and glory, grow tall!
Segregate! Us from them, via any means and any steps
Defend…
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