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TRIBES KNOW NO STRANGERS, BLOOD IS PURE,
FOREIGN SCUM HAS NO PLACE TO INTRUDE.
LATE ROME ROTTED, JUST LIKE TODAY,
DECADENCE SPREAD, DECAYED AWAY.
JEWS CAME CREEPING AFTER THE CROSS,
TO LITHUANIA, AT EUROPE’S LOSS.
BALTIC LANDS TAKEN, MEN SOLD LIKE CATTLE,
BREEDING SLAVES FOR THE ROMAN BATTLE.
ROME’S COWARDS, IN JEWISH GRIP,
CHARLEMAGNE THE TRAITOR, A FAGGOT’S LIP.
ALLIED WITH JEWS TO SAVE HIS CHIN,
SOLD OUT HIS BLOOD, LET WEAKNESS WIN.
EUROPE’S PEASANTS, BOUND IN CHAINS,
FEUDAL SLAVES WITH NOTHING TO GAIN.
SINCE ROME’S FALL, THEY’VE BEEN PAWNS,
DYING FOR OTHERS, SACRIFICED AT DAWN.
GENES DECAY, BONES TURN TO DUST,
MINDS CORRUPT, IN FEMININE TRUST.
MANHOOD WITHERS, SPIRIT BROKEN,
DOMINATED BY WEAKNESS UNSPOKEN.
STRENGTH ERODES, COURAGE FADES,
FEMININITY'S RULE, MEN'S BONE DECAYS.
ENSLAVED IN MIND, AND SPIRIT CRUSHED,
THE FIRE OF OLD, SLOWLY RUSHED.
FOREIGNERS WATCH AS MEN ROT AWAY,
PREY ON WEAKNESS, NIGHT AND DAY.
THEY FEED ON DECLINE, BASK IN OUR FALL,
DESTROYING THE REMNANTS, ONCE STRONG AND TALL.
WHILE WE REMAIN WEAK, NOTHING WILL CHANGE,
TOUCH THE EARTH, LET YOUR WILL REARRANGE.
JOIN ACTIVE MEN, SHATTER THE LIES,
AND CRUSH THE HAND THAT HOLDS THE MINDS.
