Combat 18 / Final War - Race Land / Buldok - Ode To Bob Mathews (№3185)
I dream of a nation, so white proud and free
I dream of a race, destined to be
I'm hated by society, but still my honour holds true
Cause my dream is of victory and I'll fight
...'Till the battle is through
I'll fight with honour, I'll fight with pride
I'll fight with victory on my side
I'll fight with courage, I have no fear
I'll fight for the race I hold so dear
I'll fight for our children, I'll fight for our land
Hold my ground and I'll make a stand
I'll fight 'till the last, I'll fight 'till the end
I'll make my pledge, for my race, I'll defend
I dream of race land, a land of one race
Free from dishonour and free from disgrace
A land in which our flag flies high
A world in which our race could never die...
...A world in which our race could never die
I'll fight with fists, sword and shield
An iron will and a heart of steel
For Blood, Honour, Folk and Faith
Pride, Power, Nation and Race
I declare warfare on my land
To purify it once again
Never surrender, Never retreat
The Zionist will soon... Be beat!
A world in which our race could never die...
...A world in which our race could never die
Buldok - Ode To Bob Mathews
...The jews had given the orders
Race traitors would obey
By the hundreds they came to murder
The greatest White man of his day
[...]
The devil's federal whores
They knew they'd met their match
So they set the house on fire
And soon the flames touched the sky
A Viking funeral pyre
White brother how I miss you
Who can take your place
As the leader of the army
That fights to save our race?
A call to arms: A speech by Bob Mathews
So stand up like men! and drive the enemy into the sea. Stand up like men! and swear a sacred oath upon the green graze of our sires that you will reclaim what our forefathers discovered, explored, conquered, settled, built, and died for. Stand up like men! and reclaim our soil.
Kinsmen arise! Look toward the stars and proclaim our destiny.
Defeat never. Victory forever!
Buldok - Ode To Bob Mathews (continued)
As you march through fair Valhalla
Asgard's mighty hall
Number one among the Vikings
I can hear you call:
"Arise you Aryan Warriors
I've shown you how to fight!
You owe it to my children
To battle for the right."
TO BATTLE FOR THE RIGHT!
It was on the eighth day of December
In nineteen eighty-four.
A full moon witnessed to the deed
On the nation's western shore.
Bob Mathews made his final stand,
He vowed he'd run no more.
He loaded his gun and spit in the eye
Of the jews and their federal whore.
The blood of Leonidas,
And Custer and Stonewall, too,
Ran in the veins of this White man,
To their memory he was true.
Two weeks before in Portland town,
They'd tried to lay a snare,
Thirty-five of the federal dogs,
Bob Mathews whipped em there.
So, they rounded up an army
Of maggots and faggots and reds,
Race traitors and cowards and jackals,
And other kinds of feds.
The jews had given the orders.
Race traitors would obey.
By the hundreds they came to murder
The greatest White man of his day.
They brought helicopter gunships,
And their army did they deploy.
They thought they'd break the spirit,
Of this fearless rebel boy.
But even as they poured their fire
Through barricaded doors,
His bullets whistled by the heads
Of treasonous federal whores.
The gunships felt his bullets first
And quickly flew away.
For thirty-six hours, a day and a half,
He held the dogs at bay.
With tear gas next they filled the house,
Twice broke inside the doors.
But rapid fire soon drove out
The devil's federal whores.
They knew they'd met their match,
So they set the house on fire.
And soon the flames touched the sky,
A Viking funeral pyre.
White brother how I miss you.
Who can take your place,
As the leader of the army
That fights to save our race?
As you march through fair Valhalla,
Asgard's mighty hall,
Number one among the Vikings,
I can hear you call:
"Arise you Aryan Warriors,
I've shown you how to fight!
You owe it to my children,
To battle for the right."
To battle for the right!
To battle for the right!