turns to black in the sorrow cold We rape your flesh and march with pride Our burning peace is far beyond the black On a violent soil you fear the men
be coming home again Dear mama we'll walk the fields together And through the valley we will stroll hand in hand I just can't wait to see you and touch the soil
Now I turn on the light Used to be able to sleep at night Cooking with microwaves Warm up my food it's not seen the soil Plugged into my TV, yeah I'm
hand bloodstained Courage and consistency Bravery and valor Honor and pride For what was it all worth? Courage and consistency Bravery and valor Honor and pride
Cuddled through a cold womb he was Pitch black and without sunshine rays Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil A noble grief stirred heart
Why can't we, why can't we? Why can't we set our foolish pride free Just be and let be, why can't we? Set our foolish pride free Just be and let be,
the Portuguese and Spanish Armada Overwhelming Thy power, a tribute to the south Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent forever in my heart Representing medieval Flemish pride
see you here, I have gone astray But You will always stay beside me And Your rescue comes to find me And You always stay Love is the seed that is buried Underneath the soil
good to know where the tax money's gone... New Light on your Halo Welcome to the city where we're rich on pride and pity Where a schoolboy, just a
All it took was love and pride and two strong arms In the still heat of the afternoon Kritos was laid to rest in the dry and dusty red soil of Australia
of throats Will disperse darkness Clearing a way for Swarozyc light The gates to source of our might On rushing shining chariots Heroes of nation will return us our pride
the battle we will give our lives away White beasts of Wotan Bloody faces full of pride For eons on war in the name of honor and pride Born among death
called it social progress would you fucking believe in me? If I sugar coated lies, would you believe? Like razors down your throat you swallow you're pride
avoid all this madness around here Oh my god please tell me what is right What is the price? Glory fame and pride No! I won't obey Then you'll have to die The soil
think? How was the big beach, how was the sand? Did you fly an aeroplane, did you get a tan? How does it feel to be back on American soil, hearing no
rain With joy, with rapture, I would toil, And nightly to my bosom strain The bonie lass o Ballochmyle! Then Pride might climb the slipp'ry steep
proud it flies This, my son, is God's own country For its honor you must die We are the chosen ones This blood and soil is sacred We stand above the
we'll find who provided power to radical rebels The Melting Pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over But only on our own soil so the