We fought in the hills the moors and the bogs for freedom, but
now where is such a thing? Rise again brothers and sisters like
our mighty ancestors, so millions won't of died in vain. We will
fight the only way we can through war, politics gets us nowhere.
I watch as the great race are swamped and shamed by the weak. Now
is the time to rise again.
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