It was Aryan land, holy ancestors soil And if enemies came, my forefathers drew swords But the centuries passed Gold ate swords worse than rust.
Sheath is empty, cartridge is blank Who is guilty, who sold Ukraine? J..s are walking in the streets. Writing laws, Ruling state Who is guilty, who turned us in slaves?
It’s a ZOGLAND
Little yellow coins crushed the Aryan might My homeland was joined to Zogland without fight Sword’s is useless in case Of the treason of race
We forgot 14 words - brainless puppets of ZOG We betrayed ancient Gods - our faith in the gold And I ask who are we? Men with guts, or just sheep?