Endless years in a prison cell, endless years in a living hell. A soldier of the first, 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 too many white men choose wrong over white.
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Some day in Valhala, when he's young once more. He will hold the hand of the image he adore.
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It's not right for a lamb near a Lane, to fight with a lion. It's insane, I feel its insane.If the white man won't battle for life and for race. Then women and children, the the terror will face.
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Some day in Valhala, when he's young once more. He will hold the hand of the image he adore.
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This song was not written to entertain. dance with horns fight for the lamb near the Lane?
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I am that lamb. I'll stand beside the Lane.
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I am that lamb. I'll stand beside the Lane.
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I am that lamb. I'll stand beside the Lane.
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Hate for Hate: Lamb Near The Lane
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