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RAHOWA
CULT OF THE HOLY WAR |
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Ode To A Dying People
Eyes shining bright with unspilt tears,
Thinking about all these wasted years.
Everything worth living for is gone,
Brother, I find it hard to keep fighting on.
Falling down towards the abyss,
The reaper embraces me with his kiss;
It makes me want to refuse to care,
To watch this all unfold - too much to bear.
If this is the way it ends -
If this is the way my race ends...
If this is the way it ends - I can't bear to witness
Disease encroaching on all I hold dear,
Somehow I gotta get my soul outta here.
Heart of agony, faint burning hope,
I'm finding it hard to try to cope...
Because liars own the world with conquering poise,
In a wasteland of meaningless noise;
We don't stand a chance with dormant pride,
The heroes of our race have already died...
If this is the way it ends - if this is the way my race ends. . .
If this is the way it ends - I can't bear to witness...
To imagine it has all come down to this,
Apathy and suicidal bliss...
It's all over except for the cryin',
With a whimper instead of the roar of a lion...
The greatest race to ever walk the earth,
Dying a slow death with insane mirth,
The tomb has been prepared, our race betrayed,
White man, fight the flight towards the grave...
If this is the way it ends - if this is the way my race ends...
If this is the way it ends - I can't bear to witness...
If this is the way it ends - if this is the way my race ends...
If this is the way it ends - I can't bear to witness...
Don't let it end this way,
Don't let it end this way,
Don't let it end this way, I can't bear to witness...
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