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The future is grim, unclear

Unhonourable, incapable to survive

Tolerant to wrongness

Bonds of blood meaningless

This must change

Subhumans try to rule this world

But with honor we fight against it all

Out in numbers we are

But still we are strong and stand tall

Hell we must raise

The gods of war we must praise

With raging storm of steel

And with the burning winds

Of holocaust

This world must be cleansed

Salvation through flames

Modern world must burn

Only the strong will survive

It's time the scum to learn

On the wings of an iron eagle

The new triumphant Aryan imperium

Rises from the ashes of this decadent world