Paroles de proPAGANda

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