White Monster™️ Zero Ultra®️ Nationalist
White Monster™️ Zero Ultra®️ Nationalist
When there’s nothing left but the fire in my chest and the air that fills my lungsI’ll hold my tears and trade my years for a glimpse at kingdom comeOn the other side of misery there’s a world we long to seeThe strife we share will take us there to relief and sovereigntyOh by God we’ll have our home again, by God we’ll have our homeBy blood or sweat we’ll get there yetBy God we’ll have a homeIn our own towns we’re foreigners now, our names are spat and cursedThe headline smack of another attack, not the last and not the worstOh my fathers they look down on me, I wonder what they feelTo see their noble sons driven down beneath a cowards heelOh by God we’ll have our home again, by God we’ll have our homeBy blood or sweat we’ll get there yetBy God we’ll have a homeThe way is dark, the road is lost, my eyes they strain to seeI struggle forth to find a friend to light the way for meOh brothers can you hear my voice or am I all aloneIf there’s no fire to guide my wa
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