Song | Napola |
Artist | Deinonychus |
Album | Warfare Machines |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
We grow by number, every day one joins under the swastika. | |
Leaving behind the civilized world. | |
Every thought serves the cause, as we've been told many times. | |
A proud to be Aryan. | |
Curtains of blood fall over Europe, we are the next in line. | |
Preserve and protect from decline. | |
To kill is to survive... | |
I'll take away your life... | |
Follow the runes, we are dressed in hate. | |
Your Zionist God will come too late! | |
Each of us, indoctrinated and stale. | |
My knife pierces your flesh, so pale! |