In the distance there's the glow of fire
and the sounds of men approaching
if you panic for a moment
it's you that they'll be toasting
Symphonies of soldiers sing
the triumph of their soldiering
while blood trickles slowly
down the streets they're patrolling
From infancy to infantry
we're bred to kill the enemy
regardless of the penalty
the world is white supremacy
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