Exiled Hat Merchant

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TAKYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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LYRICS:

If you don't know the lyrics by heart already before viewing this video, you are a big homosexual

Game: War Thunder ( available for free on Steam, Xbone, and PS4. )
Skin: https://live.warthunder.com/post/352607/en/
Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuBETyA_yxc
Higher quality version: https://vlare.tv/v/d1MWHU44

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LYRICS:

Where have all the white men gone and where are all their gods?
We are being drowned by heebs in a rising tide of nogs
Everywhere subhumans laugh as Europeans bleed
I just have to look at the news and I dream of what I need

I need a Tarrant
I'm holding out for a Bowers to defend what is White
He's gotta remove a kebab or a jew
and he's gotta be streaming it live
I need a Tarrant
I'm holding out for an Ernest to strike fear in the kike
He's gotta be wasting a taco or Asian
and inspire our people to fight White genocide

Somewhere in a negro-fied ZOG-occupied city
Somewhere there's a White man cleaning his rifles, loading magazines
Underneath the Swastika flag as the sun wheels pick up speed
Accelerate, my Aryan, and sweep heebs off their feet!

I need a Tarrant
I'm holding out for a Bowers to defend what is White
He's gotta remove a kebab or a jew
and he's gotta be streaming it live
I need a Tarrant
I'm holding out for an Ernest to strike fear in the kike
He's gotta be wasting a taco or Asian
and inspire our people to fight

I need a Tarrant
I'm holding out for a Bowers to defend what is White

(((They))) will not stop working on our genocide
until we arm up and go berserk
You want peace on this earth? Turn the heebs into dodo-birds!
Every time a White man's fighting back
even if light years apart
I can feel a stronger pulse in my Aryan blood

I need a Tarrant
I'm holding out for a Bowers to defend what is White
He's gotta remove a kebab or a jew
and he's gotta be streaming it live
I need a Tarrant
I'm holding out for an Ernest to strike fear in the kike
He's gotta be wasting a taco or Asian
and inspire our people to fight

I need a Tarrant
I'm holding out for a Bowers to defend what is White
He's gotta remove a kebab or a jew
and he's gotta be streaming it live
I need a Tarrant
I'm holding out for a sturmwolf to show them our might
He's gotta be clipping a thot or a nig
and inspire our people to fight

I need a Tarrant
I'm holding out for a Bowers to defend what is White

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After a mentally scarring experience on /v/, a time traveling ayy makes its way to /pol/. The result? Let's find out.

Roblox game is SCP Site-61 roleplay

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LYRICS:

To the kiwi town of Christchurch rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly glanced at all the Muslims, didn't
have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business,
no gave him eye contact
The stranger there among them had a rifle on his back
Rifle on his back

In this town there was a big mosque with the name Masjid Al-Noor
Many Muslims came to pray there, and they hoped for many more
They were vicious third-world killers, rapists, welfare queens and worse
And our hero planned to send them all to Allah in a hearse
Allah in a hearse

It only took him sixteen minutes and he racked up forty-nine
He double tapped those muslims, wasn't wasting any time
And his statement, his agenda, when he let those bullets fly,
Was a simple plea: "Remember lads, subscribe to Pewdiepie.
Subscribe to Pewdiepie."

When you obtain the powers of god and anime
Song used for the compilation is "Right Wing Youth" by Xurious, was the most fitting thing I had downloaded.

LYRICS:

Oh the Great White Tribe were 300,000 strong
Just a drop in the ocean of the world's mighty throng
And under the sun of an African land
Barefoot as children they walked in the sand

But the dreams of a nation
Were split by the sword
And the world rose against them
With sanctions and war

But they weathered the storm
Like twigs in the sea
And were beached on the shores
Of the lands that are free

CHORUS:
Oh the Great White Tribe
Is nothing strange
Only scattered, never lost, in the winds of change
(x2)

Oh the Great White Tribe
Are now all on the move
With nothing to lose
And nothing to prove
They have friends in the south
Who were steadfast and true
Now they'll stand by those friends
And they'll fight for them too

And the twigs will make roots
And the roots will be trees
And they'll bear forth the fruits
And we'll pray on our knees
That the Tribe will be spared
And given the grace
To give of themselves
To the free-given race

CHORUS

A tribute to General Augusto Pinochet.
Original song by "Modernicide" on SoundCloud.
https://soundcloud.com/user-564801488/no-sympathy-for-reds-1973

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