To become the hopeful light
In a world of hopeless blight
One must struggle and sacrifice
To avoid the great bastardize
One must avoided unnecessary conversation
To evade unwanted attention
For you have already become Public Enemy Number One
It breaks my heart to see the average Aryan have such a degenerate outlook
I can't help but think of George Orwell's book
One must keep his body and his mind strong
To ensure that the future features victory
You must train and gain your muscles
And be knowledgeable with history
One must learn to hunt and farm
To truly discover freedom
For relyling on utilities and grocers
Is for the obedient and dumb
One must turn to Christ
For he will help you on your journey
To be more than "would suffice"
This is may all be a challenge
But becoming perfection at the end
Is worth the long and hard scavenge
There will be days where you question if it all even matters
I've been there myself
When I'm down I look up and see the Lord with his might
And my ancestors who long ago gave the English a big fright
I get back up and resume my struggle
But the question still remains
When will you start yours?
To become the hopeful light
In a world of hopeless blight
One must struggle and sacrifice
To avoid the great bastardize
One must avoided unnecessary conversation
To evade unwanted attention
For you have already become Public Enemy Number One
It breaks my heart to see the average Aryan have such a degenerate outlook
I can't help but think of George Orwell's book
One must keep his body and his mind strong
To ensure that the future features victory
You must train and gain your muscles
And be knowledgeable with history
One must learn to hunt and farm
To truly discover freedom
For relyling on utilities and grocers
Is for the obedient and dumb
One must turn to Christ
For he will help you on your journey
To be more than "would suffice"
This is may all be a challenge
But becoming perfection at the end
Is worth the long and hard scavenge
There will be days where you question if it all even matters
I've been there myself
When I'm down I look up and see the Lord with his might
And my ancestors who long ago gave the English a big fright
I get back up and resume my struggle
But the question still remains
When will you start yours?
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