Shotgun Roots

The courageous heart cannot afford tyranny

Let the ones who live die

And the ones who die live

Black brook bred black hand

Land, soul and sovereignty

We don't consider it exceptional bravery, but our duty.

Shall the warrior sit back and not resist

Watch his people

Impoverished and cattle treated

In the suffocating death grip

Or shall he roots and try

And let the wretched cry in drunken obedience

Their virtue sold to treachery

Is it roots? Shotgun roots!

Have the great power states at the congress of berlin

Given austro-hungarian empire

To administer and to occupy

The land of savages

Just south of knife & fork, and wealthy folk

The roots land

In the psychology of the southern slavs

Martyrdom for higher cause is mother nature's autograph

Yet you rewrite and revise and

The people despise philharmonic lies

And stick to the roots

Is it roots? Shotgun roots!

Run, run, run yeah

Bullet a come yeah

Mamma's son yeah

Grown into a man yeah

"I suggest that you nail me to a cross and burn me alive"

My flaming body will be a torch

To light my people on their path

To freedom and annihilation

Of those who stand in the way

Of unity and brotherly love

Only the coexistence of all the particulars

Shall bring the dilution in the universal

Honor the committed, hard-core militant

Revolutionary of the roots tribe

Is it roots? Shotgun roots!

Run, run, run!