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The Road to Valhalla ( by Ian Stuart)
-Dedicated to the memory of Sammy Weaver-
There is a road and it leads to Valhalla Where only the Chosen are allowed. There is a boy with a dream of Valhalla, A place in the land of the Gods. But in the heart, where the fire burns forever, Where life goes on for those who fell in battle, The Gods are waiting for the moment he falls in the fight, And he will rise when the sun goes down.
He raised high his sword, as he cried out “Valhalla!” His dream had become reality. Tonight he will dine, on the road to Valhalla, Chosen to feast with the Gods. But in the heart, where the fire burns forever, Where life goes on for the might young Viking, The journey has finally come to and end, for the boy. And he has risen as the bravest of them all.
Lo
(from the motion picture “13th Warrior”)
"Lo, there do I see my father. Lo, there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers. Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning. Lo, they do call to me, they bid me take my place amongst them, in the halls of Valhalla, where the Brave, they live forever!
Our Vinland
(originally Old Albion by Ian Stuart)
The scent of an new mown meadow wafts gently through the bars. The sound of summer harvesting can be heard from afar. The beauty of our Vinland is a beauty hard to beat. But the heart has been corrupted by a change in power seat.
Will we stand and watch them taking our freedom away? Will we stand and watch them taking our freedom away?
Our warriors are slandered and they're thrown into their jails, and kept from all their loved ones inside dungeons deep and stale. They say that "self-defense is no offense" till the law starts with their lies. They send you down for protecting your own, already guilty in their lying eyes. Our hearts are filled with Love and Pride for Vinland is our home, The hills and dales are in our souls and the forests ours to roam. Now we lay back in our cells and we think of the times gone by, We think back on our lives and homes and the friends who wait and cry.
I Will Bleed For You
(by Ken McLellan)
I see you all around me. I see the apathy in your eyes, knowing not what it means to be free, watching as the White flame dies.
It means nothing to you, Pride is an unknown trait. Tell me what are you gonna do run and hide or face the hate?
To every man who doesn't dream, I am the Dreamer. To every man who doesn't believe, I'm the Believer. To every man who doesn't Receive. I'm the receiver. To every man who refuses to bleed, I will bleed for you.
Well you're walking round in circles, burying your head in the sand. Watching but not caring, while they rape your land. Turning your face to the wall, living in a second class world, while the valiant stand and fall. You just do as your told. Tell me how do you live with yourself?
Hang your head in shame. Have you no pride in your heritage, and no pride in your name? I'm glad that I'm not like you. I know my children are proud of me. While yours still suffer too, mine I know will always stay free.
Gone with the Breeze
(by Ian Stuart)
You're gone with the breeze, just like the leaves on the trees. Gone are the times with your family ,your family. You left Dark behind. You knew they had your death warrant signed. But there was no way that you would compromise, no compromise.
You're gone with the breeze. But you'll always be there on our minds. You're gone with the breeze, just a memory, of those times. You're gone with the breeze. But you left a lot of people who loved you. You're gone with the breeze, but we'll remember you, remember you.
You stood against lies. You would never hide. You stood face to face with the enemy, the enemy. Against all the odds, dangerous paths you trod. You knew it could only end in tragedy, in tragedy.
All ends in devastation, for a man who loved his Nation. Another warrior they took away. Yeah, they took you away. In our hearts you did not die. Forevermore your flag will fly. One day the land will stand in your memory Robert Mathews.
Aryan Man Awake
(by Lamb and April)
When the man who plows the fields is driven from his lands. When the carpenter must give away what he's built with his own hands. When a mother's only children belong to her no more. And black masked men with guns come bashing down the doors. Where freedom exists for only those with darker skin. Where lies and propaganda will never let you win. Where symbols of your heritage are held with such contempt, and benefits of country 'cept tax are you exempt .
Aryan man awake, How much more will you take, Turn that fear to hate, Aryan man awake.
Can you see how they lie to warp your daughter's minds? Can you let your sons be trodden down or held behind? Can you apologize for things you did not do, and leave this battle that we fight to the proud and the few? What will it take for you to waken to the truth? What will it take for you to remember your own youth? What will you give up to help this worthy Cause, and strike with force and fury, without a single pause?
What will it take for you to remember your own folk? What will it take for you to break that heavy yoke? Why do you still cast your eyes downward to the ground? Worry lest what you say have prejudicial sound. Who will stand beside us when the war begins? Who will run and hide their heads and wait to see who wins? Who will face the end and watch a Valkyrie ride forth To join the gods and fallen stormtroopers of the North?
The Snow Fell
(by Ian Stuart)
He sat in a room in a square the color of blood. He’d rule the whole world if there was a way that he could. He’d sit and he’d stare at the minarets on top of the towers, for he was the Beast as he hatched his new plan to gain power.
And the snow fell, covering the Dreams and Ideals. And the snow fell, freezing the Blood and the wheels. And the snow fell, they had to keep warm for survival. And the snow fell, and defeated the Beast’s only rivals.
They took the old roads that Napoleon had taken before. They fought as the forces of Light against the Darkness in a Holy War. One day they were looking out on the sun shining on the cornflowers. The next day they were freezing to death in the snow and the ice cold showers.
Then came the deadly roads back in the steps of their retreat. The cold racked their bodies, but worse was the pain of defeat. Many people who had hailed them once now turned and walked away, for these people now knew that the Beast was on his way.
You finally came back to the borders of our Fatherland. Now enemies came, traitors everywhere at hand. Many people who had fought and died knowing that they had to win. And still it sickens my heart to see a picture of the red flag in Berlin.
Victory
(Words and music by Lamb)
Children are playing, we have won. Victory is ours, the war is finally done. Our people’s dedication is now complete, our enemies have finally been beat. The warriors are singing in Valhalla and in their homes. Our people are no longer afraid to walk lone.
We have won , we are done Victory is ours , VICTORY !!! We have won , we are done Victory is ours , VICTORY!!! Speak the Truth!
Victory Day
(by Hawthorne/Latvis)
Well sit down and listen, to what I have to say. Soon will come a great war, a bloody but holy day. And after that purging our people will be free, and sing up in the bright skies, a sun for all to see…….
Times are very tough now for a proud White man to live. And although it may appear that this world has no life to give. Times are soon changing, this cant go on or long. And on that joyful summer’s day we’ll sing our Victory song…..
The women, they’ll smile, on Victory Day. And the children, they’ll laugh and they’ll sing and they’ll play. And the forests will echo our grace, for the brand new dawn of our Race…
You are my brother and in war we proudly sing. Our Cause shall never tire. Our gift to you we bring: A holy creed of Racial purpose, A mighty Race to defend. And when we fly our holy flag Their oppressive reign shall end….
And when we finally conquer, our people will be free. And all across this great land, the bold Truth we shall see. So as we march together, to avoid catastrophe, let’s remember always our sacred Destiny….
Weiss Weiss Weiss
Weiss weiss weiss sind alle meine Kleider. Weiss weiss weiss ist alles was ich hab. Darum leib ich alles was so weiss ist, weil mein Schatz ein Baker Baker ist.
Grun grun grun sind alles meine Kleider. Grun grun grun ist alles was ich hab. Darum leib ich alles was so grun ist, weil mein Schatz ein Jager Jager ist.
Schwartz schwartz schwartz sind alles meine Kleider. Schwartz schwartz schwartz ist alles was ich hab. Darum leib ich alles was so schwartz ist, weil mein Schatz ein Schornsteinfeger ist.
Bunt bunt bunt sind alles meine Kleider. Bunt bunt bunt ist alles was ich hab. Darum leib ich alles was so bunt ist, weil mein Schatz ein Maler Maler ist. Darum leib ich alles was so bunt ist, weil mein Schatz ein Maler Maler ist.
Sacrifice
(words and music by Lamb)
He fought so strong for our race. We're finally back in our place. It took his life, my dear son, and now it's over the war is won. Our Race was saved because the lives that were sacrificed: those men that died...
Sacrifice , they gave their lives. All those men who have died. Sacrifice, they gave their lives, all those men who have died.
Warrior poet, I sing his songs. Ian Stuart, with his voice so strong. Remember his words, as we sing along.
Rudolph Hess, man of Peace. He wouldn't give up and he wouldn't cease, to give his loyalty to our Cause. Remember him and give a pause.
Robert Matthews knew the Truth. He knew what he had to do. He set an example with Courage so bold. We'll never let that fire grow cold.
Dr Pierce, a man so wise, helped so many of us open our eyes, and see the future for what it could be: a future for our Race’s eternity.
The Lamb near the Lane
(words by David Lane and music by Lamb)
Endless years in a prison cell, endless years of a living hell. A soldier of the Folk, with a tale to tell. Of why he fought to save his own kind, an image of beauty, he sees in his mind Of a beautiful maiden, now forced to the fight. Because to many White men chose wrong over right.
Some day in Valhalla, when he’s young once more. He will hold the hand of the image he adores
It’s not right for a Lamb near a Lane. To fight with a lion is insane. If the White men won’t battle for Life and Race. The women and children, the Terror will face….
This song was not written to entertain. Will Rams with horns fight for the Lamb near the Lane?
I am the Lamb I’ll stand beside the Lane I am the Lamb I’ll stand beside the Lane I am the Lamb I’ll stand beside the Lane
