1. GEIST DE BRUDERS

From our Northern lands
Ten warriors raised their hands
To wage war on enemies of our folk
And to escape the Zionist yoke

Striking the temples of usurer kikes
To create a Vinlandic Reich
Assailing blasphemers of our race
As federal agents began the chase

Hunters and hunted the brothers became
Enemy bases were set aflame
Funding others who shared the creed
And honored the culture of Aryan breed

Fighting with Valor, no mercy was shown
Steel deployed, shattering bone
Attacking the scum with intolerant force
Slaughtering vermin with no remorse

Ghosts of brothers inspire us yet
Spirit of Martyrs hold no regret


2. PROPAGANDA

We the rightful rulers of our lands
Face the mongrel hordes from desert sands
Have we forgotten our rightful place
And given control to an inferior race

How have we become so blind
To leave our values and morals behind
We must break the chains of their lies
Only then will Aryan folk arise

Ancient gods, grant me your sword
Blood and soil, our eternal reward
Heathen hammers crushing bone
As the pagan king ascends the throne

Never again bow to the swine
Kosher pigs shall not survive
We must drive them from our lands
And reclaim an empire, built by our hands

War horns summon the battle
Our steel shines in the sun
This time we cannot be stopped
The death march has begun


3. TORMENTING THE ABHORRENT

Corralled into captivity, choking on the stench
Herded off like livestock by the uber-mensch
Iron boot of hatred crashing down into the spine
Forcing expiration of the loathsome Hebrew swine

Tapeworm race
Disposed in cruelest form
Semitic foe
Collapsing in the snow

Propaganda hammer cleansing vermin from the land
Wielded by Teutonic savior, given by his hand
Caging in the parasitic sons of Davids kin
European Jewish blood poisoned from Berlin


4. RACE OVER ALL

Working class skin by the age of fifteen
With dreams of heading a national regime
He was jailed as an agitator
Imprisoned several times, labeled "violent race hater"

Coming to power in October 94
A union among the prisoners of war
Pride for the folk, honor for the kin
Armed for the battle that was ready to begin

Skinhead - standing tall
Volksfront - race over all

Clashing with the reds on an urban battlefield
Cunning and courage, the weapons that wield
Fighting for the future generations of our race
We do battle in the danger we face

Portland to Auckland, Zurich to Zagreb
Encompassing the globe, expanding family
Never compromising, never to betray
Disarming the agents of racial decay

Exposing the masses to the vermin that hide
Stamping out the socialism growing nationwide
Working class whites look on in approval
At leftist revolutionaries blood-soaked removal


5. IN TIMES OF WAR

In times of war and times of strife
I give myself, I give my Life
For Kin who fight and Kin who die
I raise my arm and look eye-to-eye

In better times we were The Greatest of Men
For this to be now I will kill and defend
With cause in 14 words and honor By 88
Our race will always be strong and great

Adolf be with us as we march into battle
As Wotan sits high upon Sleipnir's saddle
For this I will fight and so I will die
To me der Fuhrer will salute and look eye-to-eye


6. HYMNS OF BATTLE

Welcome to hell
We are burning your lands
The warriors are chanting
WIth blood on their hands

Our ancestors
Hold the secret of steel
Fighting the world
We're hell on wheels

Ancient racial healing
Spirit of black
Leading the charge
Were on the attack

Hymns of battle
In darkest times
Continue to breed
In our heroic minds

A total desaster
Is conjuring
Nuclear Winter
Is spreading disease

The Fuhrer has given us
The weapons of war
And racial segregation
From the ones we abhor


7. VINLAND ELITE

As we stand on our soil
Hateful, Defiant, Proud
We will march on our enemies
Smashing their skulls under storming thunder clouds

The blood of the infidels
Who held us back for years
Pooled across the fields
As their heads rode our spears

The wretched and the false
Are on the attack again today
Their goal is to annihilate
Til we're enslaved and obey

We shall never capitulate
We will never cower
We must decimate the scum
With superior fire power

Vinland Elite
Cowards retreat
Vinland Elite
Our enemy's defeat

Judeo-fascist scum
A sickening display
Polluting our minds
With filth and decay

Zionism, Communism, Christianity
Forced upon an unsuspecting humanity

We are not the humble
We'll spit in your face
Your tribe will be forgotten
Your filthy lies erased

We will drive you into the
oppression you deserve
We were born to rule
you were born to serve

Ending millenia of guilt, lies and greed
Manipulating nations, watching others bleed
Into the dirt with your laws and your rules
Destroying the teachings old nomadic fools


8. THE MEADS OF HEROES FALLEN (OUTRO)

(Instrumental)


9. SHOVE THE DOVE (SKREWDRIVER COVER)

Don't wanna talk about the government peace,
It's just another virtue with a throwout piece.
Congradulate yourselves while the people die.
Just to win one election dosen't fly.

You can talk about a thing called love,
while the bombs rain down from above.
You can talk about a thing called love,
And you can shove your fucking Dove! Up your ASS!

Where was the dove flying in Belize,
Where was the dove when the cannon shoots.
Lots of poor people are sick in the end,
Where was the dove fighting round the bend.

Where was the dove in Falkland Islands,
Where was the dove fighting Northern Ireland.
Where was the dove in Afghanistan,
When the Russian bastards gave everyone they're hand.