Native Americans Against the Z.O.G. Lyrics


Putrid jewish scent

Subhuman waste

Our land cleansed

You belong dead

Native front triumphant, reclaim the glory of those ones lost. This is our march, our war-cry, our final solution to the Z.O.G. Proud and fierce, the ancient way. Race of Bronze exterminate!

The putrid stench of jewish waste, your plague of life will be erased. You don't belong in this land, you only belong in the grave