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Rising from the night of time rising from damnation growing furtive to old size a thousand years old nation |
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Finding victims for their "Reich" the lands' got a lot of strangers they call back the crystal night to burn the war creation |
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In a land where neighbours are strangers and misleaded feel caled for avengers in a land with bloodcovered history |
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Then the last man of their kind finished life in prison he's a martyr for their aims started killing seasons |
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Now they march the insane hords call the "Neo-Nation" again the right hands risen high a skinny revelation |
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In a land where neighbours are strangers and misleaded feel caled for avengers in a land with bloodcovered history |
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Back to the dark |
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Rising their hands higher |
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Back into the past from the night of time |
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Banned graphitti on the walls words of hate and murder waiting for their masters call back in line and order |
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In a land where neighbours are strangers |
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Back to the dark |
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Rising their hands higher |
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Back into the past from the night of time |
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Back to the dark |
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Rising their hands higher |
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Back into the past from the night of time |
