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The yellow peril
Of the Caucasian race
Tataro-mongol
With a Slavic face
The gastarbeiter plumber
Watching your mom
The last hope
Of the unpure white Sun
The vulgar-bulgar
From ancient Thrace
The last descendant
Of the great Macedonian race
The blood of Spartacus
Dances in me
The eyes of Attila
Shine through me
The future doesn't matter
The past is where I live
The future doesn't matter
The past is all I have
