White boots; en masse, form lines in the streets!
A people embittered, enraged by deceit.
This meeting of minds, enshrined in belief;
Our nations will rise to vanquish, defeat.
Fingers are pointed to those who anoint
This falsehood of masters and slaves;
Simulation of god, ideological fog
Infects and riddles the brains
Of monsters, who dwell in terracotta domes,
From a false promised land built upon gentile bones.
Unrivalled; unspoken, denied and verboten
Our silent genocide is their final solution.
White horses ride, upon breaking waves
Our warrior hearts must now be brave.
We are our own heroes, destined to save
Our race; our culture, from going to the grave.
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