Well sit down and listen to what I have to say. Soon [bad word] 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 right 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 echoe 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. holy creed of racial purpose, a mighty race to defend and when we fly our holy flag their oppressive reign shall end.

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 echoe our grace, for the brand new dawn of our race!

And when we finally conquer, our people will be free. And all across this great land, the bold [bad word] we shall see. So as we march together to avoid catastrophe, let's remember always our sacred destiny.

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 echoe our grace, for the brand new dawn of our race!

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 echoe our grace, for the brand new dawn of our race!