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I'm satisfied and right by spirit

I'm honest by aspiration

That is not opened for eyes

And not akin to this age

If glance is able

To burn the sky

If thought scours

If the steel canines of conviction shine

Then you're not brother for many

Then you born not for this place

But you're not damned to cool down

And you'll struggle

You'll struggle

With those who are the leaders for scums

Who are akin to this age

Who are the creations of jehovah

Who

Are calm by cold awaiting for the darkness of death

Who stays in sleep awaiting for the new food

Eliminating years and centuries for just to exist

They will repudiate all new - but they don't know old

They will write emptiness on the empty spaces

In wich nor hint, nor knowledge, nor gust will reflect

There is only one gust for them - it's absence

Where truth is damned

Where ignorance is more precious than gold

And saying nothing allows to lie

There steel and lead call hungry - to break loose

And to quench their thirst by this senseless blood!

They don't know the hate, "love doesn't exist,

Rightness is impossible, truth is hollow"

Filth roars hungry, filth blazes by lust, filth doesn't die

But it can be killed!

We intend to raze - repudiating

We intend to kill - hating

We will banish - despising

Torturing indifference

Pressing ruthlessly the brute's stupidity

Poisoning mediocrity till death

Burning! Killing!

Cleaning! Banishing!

Those who are leaders for scums

Who are creations of jehovah!

*(paraphrasing Adolf Hitler):

"The most precious thing that exists the whole

World over is our own National Socialism.

And for this NS, and with this NS, I'll struggle

And I'll fight, and never slacken, and never tire,

And never falter, and never doubt."