WHITE PRIDE WORLD WIDE III

The Rain Will Come Again
I feel a cold wind blowing through my racial soul
It´s a long forgotten wind that every man should know
The darkened sky looks forboding in its wake
Beyond the eyes of hurricanes, a storm about to break

A long forgotten dream, a long forgotten dream
Has started to blow again (Througt my racial soul)

A rising tide higher than before
Volcanic uprise beyond abandoned shores
A pale moon gazes gently up above
Bringing light to darkness, bringing hatred to my love

And that is why I say........
Someday, the rain will come again
And wash these bloodstained streets away...                   



Final Call
Can you feel it brothers?
It's the glory and the valour!
Can you sense the seizure
Of the mighty will to power?
Can you live the majesty
Of many years gone by?
Can you feel it in your souls
A longing not to die?

Can you hear the rumbling
Of the war that is to come?
Can you hear the thunder
As if the battle´s just begun?
Can you see the fury
And the anger in my eyes?
Can you taste the victory
and see our legions start to rise?

WHITE MAN! This is your Final Call!
We will stand when others fall!

Can you feel the passion
That is burning in my breast?
Can you feel the power
That will lay our foes to rest?
Can you feel the memory
Of the thousand wars we´ve won?
Can you feel the ecstasy
Of our moment in the sun?

Can you stand against the world
To see our race reborn?
Can you step out of the night
Into the everlasting morn?
Can you take the challenge
Of all that they have in store?
Rise up and join the army
Of the racial holy war!

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