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Sivu luotu 17.4.2012 ja pšivitetty viimeksi 16.6.2013


BLACK BANNERED LEGION (by David Lane)

Raise the flag of solid black, to keep the memory alive.
Of black clad legions, who fought and died for our folk in '45.

Black is the colour of mourming for the martyrs of Vinland too,
Matthew and Kirk and Singer and Rockwell and Kahl stood true.

Raise the flag of destiny - as black as the wing of a raven!
And change it not nor raise another - 'til we have a folkish haven!
Raise the flag of destiny - the flag of destiny!

Black is the colour of midnight, which the tyrant shall learn to dread.
As we honour fallen martyrs with steal and fire and led.

The ancient Aryan Symbol is also drawn in black,
So underneath that colour - we will take our Nations back.

Raise the flag of destiny - as black as the wing of a raven!
And change it not nor raise another - 'til we have a folkish haven!
Raise the flag of destiny!

And when we have that land of our own then on that holy ground,
We'll plant our flag of raven black upon a scared mound.

Raise the flag of destiny - as black as the wing of a raven!
And change it not nor raise another - 'til we have a folkish haven!
Raise the flag of destiny - the flag of destiny!



BLOOD DESTINY (by ?)

I feel the soil run through my hands
And I know that it's been blessed with the blood of my clan
Spilled upon this soil. The gift of ages past
Understood at last

We shall not be denied
And hear their voices cry
As they soar upon the wind
They're the ghosts of our kin
Calling out to a generation
That has lost its racial soul
There's so much you need to know

Before your lost self finds the other half
And once again is whole
And out here in the everglade
On this everlasting night
Guided by the moonlight
As we search for ancient rites
Make communion with your past
Understood at last

The covenant of blood regained
The sanctity of soil remains
Our souls alive
Our folk will survive
And turn towards the stars
We aspire to be
More than what we are


BRAND NEW DAY
(from CD Symphony of Sorrow - Symphony of Hatred)

A morning is coming, when darkness disappear,
I feel it in the air now, itís no doubt thatís near.

We been silent for too long, finally we will have our say.
Sacred banners on standards, no alien masters to obey.

Marching from town to town... The land we rightful claim!
The land we rightful claim! You must stand up for your rights!
You must stand up for your rights!

But first a long hard road - the people must arise,
ten thousands of heroes stand above their lies.

What must now be done, it's never, ever good.
Itís a hard, dirty job but that is understood.

Marching from town to town... The land we rightful claim!
The land we rightful claim! You must stand up for your rights!
You must stand up for your rights!

Folk, faith and family - the guidance in the dark.
One more time in history, we make our mark.



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