Blood and Soil
By Nathan Thill

With pride you walk this soil, sword in hand
Banners flying high
For these banners you will fight & die.
The blood in your veins
Passed on from a warrior race
Gives you the strength to make the stand.
No one can take what is yours to keep
It's your right to have what you seek.
Sacred ground to raise your kin
And keep alive
Through the test of time we will survive.
Times will rise for swords to be used
Shields held firm
War is a rite that makes the eternal wheel turn.
Only through courage are nations born & kept
So when the Storm comes
They shall say we never slept.
A legacy will be told of the battles we fought
To stir a generation to defend & honour what was got.
No coward soul gains a thing
So when our day comes our soles shall tramp upon the weak.
No pity shown to the yellow faced punks
Who gladly give away what is ours to keep.