To dream of freedom in this world Our banners flying proudly are unfurled Even if we stand alone we must never hide For in our hearts there is a sense of pride
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For the blood and honour For the blood and for the pride For the blood and honour We must never let our Europe be taken for a ride
We look with caution to the east We can see the red flag on the beast Countless millions have died at the Marxists’ hands We would fight and die to keep our land
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Marxists’ greedy hands around our throats Bankers buying up your lives and sitting back to gloat We should fight to control our people’s fate Europe never was no puppet state
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Just been listening to Skrewdriver and doing some boxing! Fuck, it’s good! Now I’m heading out to drop a ton of flyers around a local town! Hope you’re all doing something for your race today – being March 15 and all. Get out from behind the keyboard and go do something. Spread the message!!!! Ian Stuart never gave up the fight, so use him and his life story as inspiration!
I saw the millions, the naked and the dead
I saw the city streets running bloody red
I saw a thousand bombers circle in the sky
I saw the firestorm fifty stores high
I saw a hundred thousand scream and burn
I saw the armored wheels grind and turn
Universal soldier, doomed to live to tell
Fight and die forever, burn in bloody hell
Death or Glory, Death or Glory
March forever in the sound and fury
Death or Glory, Death or Glory
Blood and iron it’s the same old story
I held the Iron Cross, first class with the swords
I marched with Hitler down the bloody road to war
I was at Jutland loding ’till the gun was hot,
Killed at Trafalgar without firing a shot
I was at Moscow, burning in my tank
I was at Shiloh, marching in the ranks
I was a Sturmbannfuhrer fighting in Berlin
I was a Russian Hero dying for Stalin
Death or glory, Death or glory
March forever in the sound and fury
Death or glory, Death or glory
Blood and iron it’s the same old story
I swung a saber and I was a young Hussar
I was a Cossack, fighting for the Czar
I was a Viking, Berserker from the North
A Roman Gladiator murdered just for sport
I was with Bonaparte I died at Waterloo
I was a Frankish Knight, a Polish Jew
I was a Spartan in the Trojan Wars
I was a warrior for Crazy Horse
Death or Glory, Death or Glory
March forever in the sound and fury
Death or Glory, Death or Glory
The Loner Survivor but no comfort for me
Death or Glory, Death or Glory
Executioner, Judge and Jury
Death or Glory, Death or Glory
Blood and iron it’s the same old story
Auf Stehen!!!
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Night trains, filling up, on a railway station in Berlin
On the way to the Eastern Front, as winter was closing in
Young soldiers who were on their way to a freezing, living hell
For victory’s dreams had faded now, amongst explosions and deadly shells
(chorus)
Night trains, moving out
Moving on, to the distant east
Pride and love for the Fatherland
As they sought the road to victory
They choose to fight against all odds, against a foe without a god
They fought for good, for all mankind, along death’s roads they bravely trod
Marching on to a fiery fate, their courage it did not fail
To a land of fire and ice they advanced up danger’s trails
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As the they marched into the icy wastes, there was no end in their sights
And all they had was their comradeship, and the bitter cold of endless nights
Well so many died in graves of ice, never again to see their Fatherland
As their blood was spilt, so died their dreams, before the true ideal they took their stand
Southern Stars above my head.
My homeland, the ground beneath my feet.
Yet our blood flows from a northern land,
The essence of our young country!
Little more than two hundred years,
We have walked upon this ground,
But the sacrifice of so many sons
Commands our sworn duty to keep it ours!
(chorus)
Ancient descent to a land anew,
Southern birth-Northern soul!
A spirit forged under a sky so blue,
Southern birth-Northern soul!
Can you hear the beat of the drum?
The star of the southern must rise once more!
And blood will stain on the wattle,
This time the battle to be fought upon your soil!
Only from our past can we claim a future
And we must fight like never before.
The finest hour for the sons of the cross
Will be the end of peace and we march to war!
(chorus)
Above: Fortress
There’s no peaceful way out of this mess. We’ve offered solutions, we’ve done our best! We’re attacked from all sides, our voice drowned out! The flame now burns a beacon in the crowd!
Within the hearts of all true men, a pride that can’t be tamed. A rite of passage begins, a holy war we’ll wage!
In the fires of our rage!
Government oppression, our people are led. Like lambs to the slaughter, we fight for freedom and bread. Our struggle reborn, anger set alight. The white resistance, blood and soil-Our sacrifice!
Smouldering resentment grows higher than the flame. It burns away all forgiveness, our whole world set ablaze!
In the fires of our rage!
Inflamed by the white heat of hate, no-one untouched in the fires of rage!
Do you swing to the right or swing to the left? We ask not, you’ll swing by the neck, there’s too much to stake. They’ll be no recompense for our children’s future, our races existence!
They brewed a melting pot that
scalds us with the shame,
that we allowed this to happen
Now we’re forced to fan the flames…
Look to the future, outlaw
The storm is coming now, race war
The skies darken as night falls
The battle’s coming now, your race calls
We’ll carry on the fight ’til the day we die
Against the people that would kill us for the flags we fly
We wont surrender, we wont give in
We’ll fight the fight and we will win, now!
(chorus)
Stand up beside us and we’ll have our day
Stand up against us get out of our way
The tensions rising, the flood grows
The banks are bursting, overflow
Here it comes now, tidal wave
God help our people now, mass graves
Join the battle, join the few
Stand up for your race and your nation too
We know the traitors are in our midst
But now they’re running like the others did
(chorus)
People to the left, people to the right
People in the middle that don’t wanna fight
Traitors fight against us, showdown
People in the middle get knocked down
We fight for freedom, we fight to win
The colour of our uniform, is the colour of our skin
We’ve got the power, we’ve got the pride
When we get the unity, it’s alright!
