Total War 歌词

And warfare breathes to face Its call we all can here now And the funeral mist floating like clouds Anthems sound for ancient Aryan Gods White Man! Your land is like it was put into dirt, Your words - they are not heard They force you to listen to the moans Of cripples, of those whose rightful place is the grave You are forced to think that you're just as they are But there is no equality at all! You're Aryan! This planet belongs to you. As it always did. And the only worthy answer to all degeneration, that rules here, is D.E.T.E.R.M.I.N.A.T.I.O.N. We summon the war, just to win Only the week ones are afraid of war, not us White Power is a steel that hardens with the Time to pass This is the supreme gift of the Gods White Power World Wide Only with war we'll return the former Honour