Cold Dead Hands

See the grainy footage of millions hail you passing by, what a difference 60 years can make to a peoples racial pride. Consigned to histories pages as the villains of the day, martyrs turned to monsters, balcak and white no shades of grey. But you gave us the standart raised by national socialist man and no fucking scum will take it but from my cold dead hands.

The light still shines in thes dark times while I live spirit will never die. Because in my heart the flag still flies, in affront to all those we despise and if I am the last man to raise our racial banner high. Then fuck the world and fuck you too, I'll spit right in your eye.

Stripped of all it's meaning by a parasitic few, forced into the shadows where one in the light it flew. You call it the emblem of the ill wreaked on your kind, you wail about the hate well in the worst you'll ever find. By your governments all despised and in many countries banned, this flag will never touch the earth less dropped from cold dead hands.

The light still shines in thes dark times while I live spirit will never die. Because in my heart the flag still flies, in affront to all those we despise and if I am the last man to raise our racial banner high. Then fuck the world and fuck you too, I'll spit right in your eye.

Your shrines and temples dot the land monument to your lies, in the souls of true white men the battleflag still flies. The red is for our peoples blood, the white for our pure skin, black is for our iron will we will never give in. Banner of the struggle symbol for all proud white lands, you'll only pry this battleflag from my cold dead hands.

The light still shines in thes dark times while I live spirit will never die. Because in my heart the flag still flies, in affront to all those we despise and if I am the last man to raise our racial banner high. Then fuck the world and fuck you too, I'll spit right in your eye.