The Taste Of Victory
- Nokturnal Mortum (2003)You are listening to the song The Taste Of Victory by Nokturnal Mortum, in album The Taste of Victory (EP). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Fields are covered with white snows
Woods are dreaming dreams of soil
Time in slumber 'til Spring falls
In white and red the earth lies frozen.
Forced whites in time of white clotted with the scarlet blood
Echoed with the pain so dark with grey sorrow was entwined.
Yee an Aryan soldier we know your feats of arms
Sleep safe in palace of cold forest snows
No matter who were right and wrong
Let the gods see the truth and judge them all
All those who died in nineteen forty five
All those who won and who have lost the war
For sacrifices made to the wrong gods
For power given up to our worst foes.
Hail soldier hold your banner high
Time has come to sacrifice your life
Though it's your brother stands on other side still
It's time to fullfill the orders to kill.
The beast thirsts for Aryan blood
Squeezing down his greedy claws
With a stolen power he forces brothers
To whet against each other.
By slyness the blood has been spilled
Pride has been forgotten and defamed
But the memory still lives in our hearts
With an echo of vengeance shall the insults reply.
What incited Germans to go against slavs?
Who made Russia to rot Ukraine?
Who sucked power from the world like a vampire?
Who feels himself a master today?
We remember your feat a soldier of white race
No matter either you were German or Slav
Ghosts of war stand before our eyes
So we shall not repeat the old mistakes again.
We do remember our forefather's oaths
We do believe in power of 14 words.
Towers have fallen but the persons do stand firm
And the Mason's pyramides do stare into our souls
The taste of victory is bitterness and sarcasm
It's price was Shekel and their scourge upon our trampled backs.
Oh world beware new master
This desert breed won't die on their own
If they weren't burnt those 60 years ago
They should be burnt today.
Fields are covered with white snows
Woods are dreaming dreams of soil
Time in slumber 'til spring falls
In white and red the earth lies frozen.
Suffused with blood of red
Our memory dreams in sleeping lands
What should lead your future ways
And what do I await today.
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