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We the rightful rulers of our lands

Face the mongrel hordes from desert sands

Have we forgotten our rightful place

And given control to an inferior race

How have we become so blind

To leave our values and morals behind

We must break the chains of their lies

Only then will Aryan folk arise

Ancient gods, grant me your sword

Blood and soil, our eternal reward

Heathen hammers crushing bone

As the pagan king ascends the throne

Never again bow to the swine

Kosher pigs shall not survive

We must drive them from our lands

And reclaim an empire, built by our hands

War horns summon the battle

Our steel shines in the sun

This time we cannot be stopped

The death march has begun