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My blood boils hard these days. The great times ahead. Do you hear the call of your ancestors? The endless expansion is coming soon and the root of it is in the beat of our hearts which fears the weaklings. The holy fire shall burn the plagued lands. The seed of meaningfulness will be sown into the newb[o/u]rn soil.
We are to leberate the Eurasian World. Together with Mongols, Buryats...Tatars... and the other folks of Asia as the brothers' horde, we will ride our horses straight to the bourgeoisie's capitals and socialist's cancerous dens. Our will is to soak the canvas of eternity with the blood of the enemies. The great christo-buddism crusade uder the lights of the golden sky-swastika! Gods of War are on the our side! Banners of us will ride the wind as it cares the dusk and oily smoke of the dead Western civilization! Join our horde in the glorious name of your ancestors who live high up in heaven!
We are to leberate the Eurasian World. Together with Mongols, Buryats...Tatars... and the other folks of Asia as the brothers' horde, we will ride our horses straight to the bourgeoisie's capitals and socialist's cancerous dens. Our will is to soak the canvas of eternity with the blood of the enemies. The great christo-buddism crusade uder the lights of the golden sky-swastika! Gods of War are on the our side! Banners of us will ride the wind as it cares the dusk and oily smoke of the dead Western civilization! Join our horde in the glorious name of your ancestors who live high up in heaven!