First published at 13:11 UTC on September 11th, 2019.
Genre: Folk /Black
Lyrics:
In wet graves of the WW2
Soldiers dreaming colour films,
At times their bones seens over the first grass,
When the snow fell down at the beginning of the spring.
Slavs also fought in SS troops
For Aryan blood's cleanness.
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Genre: Folk /Black
Lyrics:
In wet graves of the WW2
Soldiers dreaming colour films,
At times their bones seens over the first grass,
When the snow fell down at the beginning of the spring.
Slavs also fought in SS troops
For Aryan blood's cleanness.
Now they are dozing over the sky line,
But they will rise to fight, only call them.
Heroes of the ROA.RiP, nothing is forgotten,
We're in our hearts for good.
White brothers, how much blood is spilled,
We're mourning about dead warriors,
White brothers, now we're all together
In the final fight against the masonic plague.
I'm ready to fight
For the Belief and the Honour
In order to come back
With victory at home.
The death is striding on Russian land,
Mother-Europe in power of Jew,
Scrumbags are rejoicing in our ancient Kremlin,
Tragedy comes after tragedy.
But we will stand,
Like we were standing always,
And flag of Empiry will flutter proudly.
No one will never break us,
No one will never destroy us,
Will never conquer us.
Red terror with Jew's face
At 1945 turned flame to smoke,
Now they cordonned us off by iron ring again,
This is no time to be young,
The dust of dead warriors call to revenge,
But the spirit of fight is alive in their already lifeless bodies.
The enemy is advancing,
We hear a threatening news,
But fear is unknown for brave knights.
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