[Missing History]
And now there is but little time and less hope for Europe,
for the blackened waves keeps flooding Her shores,
as they talk and talk and do or say nothing of importance.
while the gates stand open and the doors unlocked.
They came, unarmed, to conquer Europe by the womb.
while the traitors in our midst talked of diversity
and plots and schemes and virtue signals for politics,
and spread their legs for the invaders willingly.
But perhaps this is the end, the fate which rests upon us
But let it be so then. This world was never truly ours,
and we are not of it, we are but guests in this, His Holy land,
yet, this battle still remains before that hour may come.
Rise up, Warriors of the Sun!
Let not the Gods determine our fate, but ourselves!
Let the waves crash against Her shores one more time,
and the rotting corpses of the foreigners on the beaches
amongst the debris and dunes of sand be our Legacy!
[End of History] |