The sides are being drawn, and the traitors and liberals will pay the greatest price.
SONG: Europa by Globus
From Agincourt to Waterloo, Poitiers and then Anjou, The Roses’ War, The Hundred years, through battlefields of blood and tears.
From Bosworth field to pointe Du Hoc, Stalingrad and the siege of York, the bloody turf of Gallipoli had no effect on the killing spree.
Bannockburn to Austerlitz, the fall of France and the German Blitz, the cruelest of atrocities, Europa’s blood is borne of these.
Heaven help in all our battles, Heaven see love, Heaven help us.
Bolsheviks and feudal lords, chivalry to civil wars, fascist rule and genocide, now we face the rising tide.
Of new crusades, religious wars, insurgents imported to our shores, the western world gripped in fear, the mother of all battles here.
Avant hier, avons etre, deja demain (nous) sommes eclairee.
All glory, all honor, victory is upon us. Our savior fight evil, send armies to defend us.
Empires built and nations burned, mass graves remain unturned. Descendents of the dispossessed return with bombs strapped to their chests.
There’s hate for life and death in hate emerging from the new caliphate, the victors of this war on fear will rule for the next thousand years.
Leningrad, Berlin Wall, march on Rome, Bzyantium’s fall, lightning war, Dresden night, drop the bomb, end this fight,
Europa, Europa, find better days before us, in kindness, in spirit, lead us to a greater calling.