Well sit down and listen to what I have to say
Soon will come a great war, a bloody but holy day
And after that purging our people will be free

And sing up in the bright skies, a sun for all to see.

Times are very tough now, for a proud white man to live

And although it may appear that this world has no life to give
Times are soon changing, this can't go on for long
And on that joyful summer's day, we'll sing our victory song


And the women they'll smile on victory day
And the children will laugh, and they'll sing and

They'll play
And the forests will echoes our grace
For the brand new dawn of our race


You are my brother and in war we proudly sing
Our cause shall never tire, our gift to you we bring

A holy creed of racial purpose, a mighty race to defend
And when we fly our holy flag their oppressive reign shall end


And when we finally conquer, our people will be free
And all across this great land, the bold truth we shall see
So as we march together, to avoid catastrophe

Let's remember always our sacred destiny