Skrewdriver: "After the fire"
AFTER THE FIRE
The fires raged for many years, it was a time of change
The heavens rained with sorrow's tears, then came the brand new day
That day there was a burnt out field, it's earth was black and charred
It's flowers once were peoples' hopes, but now they were their scars
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After the fire, the ruins there did lay
After the fire, would come a brand new day
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The field stood in misery, the years passed it by
A new age was awakening, to bury history's lies
One misty morn as day awoke, that field had come alive
Seeds once sown that now had grown, new life that would not die
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The new age is approaching, and with it we shall be
The field was 1945 and the seeds were you and me
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MEAN STREETS
It's not easy outside, looking in
Never being part of things, they say that we have sinned
We stand alone, those precious few, they know that we won't hide
We're surrounded by Red mobs, and police who take their side
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We're out on the mean streets, out in the city
We're out on the mean streets, everywhere
We're out on the mean streets, out in the city
We're out on the mean streets, the fighting is there
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What's that smell, what's this hell, it's democracy
Who owns the press, we can guess, the ones with the money
One man, one vote, but still they gloat, the media has control
Three party state, decides our fate, the TV owns your soul
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We're attacked behind our backs, we're doing all we can
If the knife should take our life, at least we never ran
We know the Reds are in the beds, police tucked by their sides
The real scum are the ones who run, and once we believed their lies
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WIN OR DIE
As we look 'round at our nations, depression starts to settle in
Our once proud Western cities, as the rot starts to begin
Riots on the streets are often, mugging happens every day
Rapists stalk the darkened streets, looking for defenceless prey
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Fight for your country, fight for your race
Fight for your nation, for fighting made our people great
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As the few up against it, the muggers knife goes in
To oppose our nation's murder, is counted as a sin
We're proud of being White men, and we want to show the world
Against Reds and reaction, we stand with flags unfurled
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As we stand and face the future, our eyes raised to the sky
We pledge ourselves to struggle, we'll either win or die
We won't lose ground and be knocked down, we've got a history
Our ancestors look down on us, and pray for victory
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LAND OF ICE
Talking bout a land that is made of ice
A land of the North that is full of pride
Hearts full of fire, forests full of snow
We're always made welcome by the friends we know
As we board the Swedish ferry and journey through the night
Gothenburg is waiting, hearts of fire, land of ice
Hearts of fire, land of ice
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We cross the mighty ocean and arrive the next day
Comrades are waiting on the dock of the bay
We toast old friendships as we shake their hands
We swear to keep on fighting to release our lands
The next day on to Stockholm to meet comrades of the fight
Their pride is Sweden's struggle, hearts of fire, land of ice
Hearts of fire, land of ice
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'Bevara Sverige Svensk' is the slogan there
Nordic pride is the thing they share
To save their Northern country from the Marxist plague
To stop their country dying they fight every day
They're fighting in Uppsala, in Södertälje they fight
In Borås and in Malmö, hearts of fire, land of ice
Hearts of fire, land of ice
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EYES FULL OF RAGE
One day you'll wake up to find
They've taken possession of your mind
They'll make you into a number, they'll take away your choice
They're going to make you into a zombie without a voice
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With your eyes full of rage, eyes full of rage
With your eyes full of rage, and a heart full of hate
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Life as once we knew it is now dying
White rights are disappearing form the earth
They'll take away our birthrights, take away our lands
They're going to take away what was ours since time began
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It's time that we all stood up for our nations
It's time that we all made that sacrifice
We'll stand against the traitors, we'll stand up for our rights
And we will never give them up without a fight
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AS LIFE BLEEDS AWAY
Out there on the fields, where battles are fought
There lies a million soldiers dying, in a war in which they've been caught
But back home in the government where the traitors dwell
With thoughts of profit, no ideals, they'll send you somewhere, pretty much like hell
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As life bleeds away, as life bleeds away
As life bleeds away, but the soldier tried
As life bleeds away, as life bleeds away
As life bleeds away, so does a nation's pride
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In a war fought for profit, in a war fought for greed
Life, it costs nothing, it's just another mouth to feed
In a war fought against a brother, in a war from which we're suffering still
A continent still mourns her children, in a war in which White Pride was killed
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FORTY SIX YEARS
Eighty-seven was his final year
Nearly five decades through a veil of tears
A man whose courage, it was unsurpassed
No surrender until the very last
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Forty six years, forty six years
Forty six years, he stayed true to his faith
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They tried to break him with their corrupt ways
Offered freedom until the end of his days
They wanted him to denounce the Fuhrer
But his devotion was always true
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And now he's dead, Rudolf Hess is free
He paid the price for his loyalty
A man who left a son and a wife
We won't forget his sacrifice
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EUROPEAN DREAM
Hey brother across the sea, what future for you and me
I want to know where we stand, we fight the Reds in all our lands
They try and crush us, bring us down, spread their poison in all our towns
Police protect them as they march, we're arrested, it's getting dark
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European dream, there's things that should be said
European dream, better dead than Red
European dream, for freedom and for bread
European dream, better dead than Red
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It's our country, we want it back, love for our nations we do not lack
Why do the governments put us down, when the real enemy's all around
It's not us who's planting bombs, it's the Reds who are marching on
Your police force helps them, I hope they realize before the end
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RETALIATE
The petrol bombs are flying, the people lock their doors
We've got to make a choice now, in the middle of a war
The enemy is taking over out on the streets
And we are not united, and so we face defeat
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Retaliate, will be our only hope
Retaliate, can we ever cope
Retaliate, face them on the streets
Retaliate, fight against defeat
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As a young man lies dying, the mob begins to cheer
Older people tremble, they have never known such fear
The enemy's taking over out on the streets
And we are not unite, and so we face defeat
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Mr. Politician, I won't say I told you so
But now the flames are rising, do you want to know?
You're blaming unemployment and the racists on the beat
I don't see our unemployed looting on the street
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A TIME FOR CHANGE
Times are changing, everywhere
Our flags are raising, the time is near
Our lives are just a struggle, that we're fighting everyday
I know it can't be easy, it's a time of change
It's a time of change
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Stood against us are the scum
They are worried, because their time will come
One that called himself a revolutionary, turned out to be gay
Just a mummy's little rich boy, it's a time of change
It's a time of change
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They call themselves political soldiers, but they have a massive yellow streak
A soldier has strength, but they are bent, limp wristed and weak
Pathetic little mummy's boys, there was nothing they wanted for
But come the day when they have to pay, we'll see who they are working for
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The other enemy, he held aloft a cross
And in his church that day, he prayed to be the boss
But all he wanted was money, and all he wanted was praise
Now he's gone and the bands play on, it's a time of change
It's a time of change
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SWEET HOME ALABAMA
Sweet wheels keep on turning, carry me home to my kin
Singing songs about the South now, I miss Alabama, once again I think it's a sin
I heard Mr. Young sung about her, I heard old Neil put her down
Well I hope Neil Young will remember, Alabama don't need him 'round anyhow
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Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm coming home to you
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In Birmingham they lost the Governor, we did what we could do
No Watergate it does not bother me, does your conscience bother you?
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The carpetbaggers tried to swamp us, but to the Klan we all stand true
Lord the Klan they give me so much, they pick me up when I'm feeling blue,
how 'bout you?
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THE GREEN FIELDS OF FRANCE
Well, how do you do young Willie McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done
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I see by your gravestone, you were only nineteen
When you joined the great call-up in nineteen sixteen
And I hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean
Or young Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
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Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did they play the fife loudly?
Did they play the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post and chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
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Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?
Although you died back in nineteen-sixteen
In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen
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Or are you a stranger without even a name?
Enclosed and forever behind a glass frame
In an old photograph, torn, battered and stained
And faded to yellow, in a brown leather frame
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Well the sun, now it shines, on the green fields of France
As the warm summer breeze, that makes the red poppies dance
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
There's no gas, no barbwire, there's no guns firing now
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But here in this graveyard that's still no-man's land
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
To a whole generation, that was butchered and damned
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Young Willie McBride, I can't help wondering why
Do those that lie here know why that they died?
And did they believe when they answered the call
Did they really believe that this war would end war?
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The sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
The killing and dying were all done in vain
Young Willie McBride, it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again
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