Brutal Attack Blood Of Our Kin
The white crosses stand in rows of a thousand,
Reaching back as far as the eye can see.
Those valiant died, as I would for our land,
Except now we know the real enemy.
It is upon the blood of our kin,
That this Nation has been built.
And with this we hold the will to win,
And the damned now admit they're guilt.
A single shot was all it took to start the battle,
That claimed so many needless lost souls.
Believing the lies they followed like cattle,
Into the cauldron that was Judas' goal.
It is upon the blood of our kin,
That this Nation has been built.
And with this we hold the will to win,
And the damned now admit they're guilt.
Now have I alone awoken & stood,
Against the darkness of the infidels might.
I've stood unbowed on the side of good,
To keep the pure flame burning bright.
It is upon the blood of our kin,
That this Nation has been built.
And with this we hold the will to win,
And the damned now admit they're guilt.
So for the fallen who died in glory,
Though needlessly, we do salute
We will not forget the age old story,
And from you seed we will soon yield the fruit
It is upon the blood of our kin,
That this Nation has been built.
And with this we hold the will to win,
And the damned now admit they're guilt.
