As I look over yonder, what do I see,
I see the masses growing, like a raging sea
Men & women of valour, willing to die to reach Valhalla
What do I see, up over their, today's storm trooper ready for the dare

And all I see in the distance,
Is an ocean of warriors.
Marching forward to battle,
And ocean of warriors

Ready to kill with their fists of steel,
Ready to fight to cure our nations ills.
White resistance has risen
freed from the bond of this emotional prison
They'll fight for love and not for hate
To banish the cowards to traitors gate.

Spirits are high as standards they fly
In orderly files marching so proud mile after mile
Corps after corps they lead
And when it comes time to bleed,
They're gonna know that they did their best
for their nations needs.

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