A lover of old values
doesn’t like new thoughts
a man of true white pride
fears the other side

a man of the people
he never looks back
a true believer
doesn’t fear the attack

so wrong, so right
the old times were so bright
so wrong, so right
but they never saw the light

please, foreigner, stay outside
and if you’re in, please don’t hide
be it urgent or cold as ice
see, here we roll the dice

I don’t stand straight
I rather bend down
but no one knows
outside this town

so wrong, so right
the old times were so bright
so wrong, so right
but they never saw the light

like hell
the fire’s burning
just one shell

like a direct hit
and I’ll give you my gun
when you pry it

from my cold dead hands

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