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Lion's Pride - Revolution Sells (Bourgeoisie Anarchist)
Hammers and Sickles, Che Guevara shirts Red Star flags, Capitalism the hated word Red Khmer symbols, so proud in your Stalin shirt While accepting the money of the system you wish to hurt Revolution Sells! Revolution Sells! A Working Class Hero, You claim to be An Upper Class Brat is what You really are Posing like a Rebel, You can’t Fool Me! Take Away your Cash, You won’t go far! Preaching Revolution, Anarchy and Change While you never lived the System you always praise Your own Land and Folk you love to Betray Your own history denied, always chose the opposite way Revolution Sells! Revolution Sells! A Working Class Hero, You claim to be An Upper Class Brat is what You really are Posing like a Rebel, You can’t Fool Me! Take Away your Cash, You won’t go far! Oh indeed, you have seen the Light Patronise everyone, only your view is right Born from rich Parents, University type Your doctrine killed millions despite your hype Revolution Sells! Revolution Sells! A cry for freedom you call your strife But another opinion cannot be right Cashing in from the system you claim to fight Living like millionaires, now does that feel alright?
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Hated and refused, mostly by the own kind
History re-written, ancient rights denied Politicians twisting facts, turning the masses blind So one often wonders, for whom our forefathers died Slavonian, Roman, Iberian or Gaul Empires and tribes did bravely defend Civilisation and Europe the Highest Goal Never deny your roots, Flag in the hand! |
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Four Stone Walls - Capercaillie
A song about the Hihgland Clearances [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZbfPDInnlk[/media]
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'Dardanidae duri, quae uos a stirpe parentum prima tulit tellus, eadem uos ubere laeto
accipiet reduces. Antiquam exquirite matrem: hic domus Aeneae cunctis dominabitur oris, et nati natorum, et qui nascentur ab illis.' We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. –Plato– |
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"Their trumpets again are of a peculiar barbarian kind; they blow into them and produce a harsh sound which suits the tumult of war"
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"Their trumpets again are of a peculiar barbarian kind; they blow into them and produce a harsh sound which suits the tumult of war"
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A song about the battle of Wizna during the second world war,when 700 poles held 42 000 germans with 350 tanks for three days.Thus the song is called 40 to 1 :
YouTube - Sabaton - 40 to 1 [Video clip WW2 Poland] - brand NEW album! Baptized in fire, 40 to 1 So silent before the storm, awaiting command. A few has been chosen to stand, as one outnumbered by far. The orders from high command Fight back all your ground In early september it came A war unknown to the world No warning, they enter that land That is protected by Polish Hand. Unless you are forty to one Your force will soon be undone. Undone!!! Baptized in fire, 40 to 1, spirit of Spartans, death and glory Soldiers of Poland, second to none Wrath of wehrmacht brought to a Halt. The eight of September it starts The rage of the Reich A barrage of Mortars and guns Stand fast, the bunkers will hold. The Captain has pledged his life To face the fate here The sound of artillery strike Suffaced the thunder of guns. So come bring out all that you've got Come hell, come high water, NEVER STOP! Unless you are forty to one Your lives will soon be undone, undone!!! Baptized in fire, 40 to 1, spirit of Spartans, death and glory Soldiers of Poland, second to none Wrath of wehrmacht brought to a Halt. Always remember a fallen soldier Always remember fathers and sons at war Always remember a fallen soldier Always remember fathers and sons at war Always remember a fallen soldier Always Remember Buried in history No warning, they enter that land That is protected by Polish Hand. Unless you are folly to won Your force will soon be undone. Undone Baptized in fire, 40 to 1, spirit of Spartans, death and glory Soldiers of Poland, second to none Wrath of wehrmacht brought to a Halt. No, No, No! |
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Nice 60s tune. |
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