The primordial fear of a man feeds the upmost rapture of his enemy They exhale that nauseous smell of the late corrupted mankind They exhale the fear
dictator Give your soul, spill their blood Be embraced by honour Don't step back, nor repent Raise the name of your dictator Die for him, blind and bold
This is a fading trace of reality Distorted lines of freedom Where the mediocre man prevails Absolute flattery of equality Like the procession of the
the gallows The gallows for the slaves of God Flattered weakness and moralic acid Demonizing the deep essence of self Virtuous decay I am not a slave
minds To seize the absolute power Forging a reality of his own By the triumph of will And turning the world upside down Not a stone left standing A
future as a new divinity Prayers dissolve into lamentations ZOG is dead The procession of martyrs Shall choke with dishonour Dead future as a new divinity