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