Freedom What Freedom

 Skrewdriver – Freedom What Freedom

 

1. Intro- Mother Europe´s Son
2. What Price Freedom
3. This Little Piggy
4. This Feeling
5. Blood of the Kings
6. One Land
7. Stolz
8. Return to Camelot
9. (Oh no) Here Comes a Commie
10. When the North Wind Blows
11. God of Thunder
12. Epilogue- The Road to Valhalla

 

 

 

1. Mother Europe’s Son

 We are mother Europe’s sons and we, are the chosen ones. We are mother Europe’s sons and if a fight’s worth fighting gonna carry on. We are mother Europe’s sons and we are the chosen ones. We are mother Europe’s sons and if a fight’s worth fighting gonna carry on.

 Freedom, what freedom?

 

2. What Price Freedom

 

Well I ain’t got much money, don’t care too much for gold. But I care for my nation, and this has took it’s toll. For I just want to live my life in the manner proud and true. Don’t need no interference from the good old boys in blue, and I say…

 What price freedom, in this world today? What price freedom, what am I allowed to say?

 Don’t care too much for Tories. Labour wants to flood this land. Don’t care too much for Liberals, with their wishy. washy plans. I just care for my country, and the people who belong. And ‘cause I’m proud to say it, they’ll probably ban this song, when I say…

 What price freedom, in this world today? What price freedom, what am I allowed to say? What price freedom, in this world today? What price freedom, what am I allowed to say?

 Our banner’s not a dollar sign, nor a blood red rag. Nor a white surrender, but a proud and honest flag. And no one’s gonna stop us, from holding it up high. For the honour of our nations, we’ll fight until we die, and I said…

 What price freedom, in this world today? What price freedom, what am I allowed to say? What price freedom, in this world today? What price freedom, what am I allowed to say?

 

3. This Little Piggy

 

This little piggy went to market, this little piggy to the fair. This little piggy wore a big blue hat and he followed us everywhere. Wherever we go, so does he, in his little car. If he works well for the money men, well he knows that he’ll go far.

 This little piggy says that he’s the boss. Listen piggy, we don’t give a toss. This little piggy wants to send you down. Don’t like people with a mind of their own.

 This little piggy has a wooden stick, taps it on his hand. Hit you on the head if you speak your mind, well don’t he think he’s grand? This little piggy had a radio, to call up all his mates. To plan their lies, to tell on oath, to try and seal your fate, yeah.

 This little piggy says that he’s the boss. Listen piggy, we don’t give a toss. This little piggy wants to send you down. Don’t like people with a mind of their own.

 The biggest piggy had a lot of cash, he’d gained from certain things. It poured into his bank account from the men who pulled his strings. The biggest piggy didn’t like his own land, he loved to see it die and that’s why patriots are banned from flying their flag high.

 This little piggy says that he’s the boss. Listen piggy, we don’t give a toss. This little piggy wants to send you down. Don’t like people with a mind of their own.

 

4. This Feeling

 

Got feelings, inside. Deep feelings, they won’t die. This feeling, makes me feel fine, so fine.

 And for this feeling I would lay my life on the line.

 Come on now, stand proud. Don’t cower, shout loud. Speak up, don’t waste no time, oh no.

 And for this feeling I would lay my life on the line.

 Can you feel it, inside? That feeling, called pride? If you can’t, well that’s a crime, yes it is.

 And for this feeling I would lay my life on the line. And for this feeling I would lay my life on the line.

 

5. Blood of the Kings

 

It’s in our minds as we take the stage. The memories of a bygone age. An age of heroes, and age of kings. An age of valour and enchanted rings. A man was judged on the battlefield became a leader if he did not yield. A traitor’d never stand against the storm, but now we got ‘em in uniform.

 We’re descended from the blood of the kings. We’re descended from the blood of the kings. We’re descended from the blood of the kings. We don’t back down to anything, or anyone.

 We hold a pride in our history. A memory of it used to be. Before the traitors took the reigns. Condemned our people to misery and pain. However hard they try to grind us down. Our nation’s spirit will never drown. So take heed you evil ones. One day your corruption will all be gone.

 We’re descended from the blood of the kings. We’re descended from the blood of the kings. We’re descended from the blood of the kings. We don’t back down to anything, or anyone.

 For the blood of the martyrs. The blood of the kings. No surrender is the song we sing. They try to gag us with their fucking laws, but all they are, are alien whores. Paid for treason, against their own. The stink of traitors always lingers on. When we rise it’s their turn to hide. We’ll smell their fear when it’s time to die.

 We’re descended from the blood of the kings. We’re descended from the blood of the kings. We’re descended from the blood of the kings. We don’t back down to anything, or anyone.

 

6. One Land

 

Once a mighty nation, split asunder. A calm blue sky, beset by thunder- Donar. Once a land, so proud and free until the wall of shame came down on Germany – Deutschland.

 But now you’re one land. One land. One land. Free once again.

 They may have split the flesh, but they could not split the blood. And they could not split the spirit of the people-Das Volk and they tried to grind you down, tried to knock you to the ground. And tried to beat you with the hammer and the sickle Sichel.

 But now you’re one land. One land. One land. Free once again. But now you’re one land. One land. One land. Free once again.

 At the end of the brother war, the pain was so much more as the instigators stage-managed the dying- Das Sterben. And they tried to take your life, back in 1945. But I hope that the spirit once again is rising – Aufstand.

 But now you’re one land. One land. One land. Free once again. But now you’re one land. One land. One land. Free once again.

 

7. Stolz

 

Du hast ein Gefuhl, das in deinem Herzen ist. [You have a feeling, that in your heart is] Sehr stark das aus dir macht, was du bist. [Very strong and powerful, that you are]

 Ein Gefühl tief innen, Stolz. [A belief deep inside, pride.] Ein Gefühl, das nie sterben soll. [A belief that never, dies out]

 Reicher Mann, armer Mann. Das ist doch egal. [Rich man, poor man, you are both equal] Es kostet kein Geld, es ist für jeden da. [It costs not money, it’s just there]

 Ein Gefuhl tief innen, Stolz. [A belief deep inside, pride.] Ein Gefühl, das nie sterben soll. [A belief that never, dies out]

 Der Stolz deiner Nation, der Stolz deiner Rasse. [The pride in your nation, the pride in your race] Stolz deiner Geschichte, Farbe deines Gesichtes. [The pride in your history, colours your views] Verlier es nicht, sonst bist du verloren. [Lose it not, or you will lose] Halt es fest, sonst zahlst du schon Morgen. [Hold it firm, for countless beautiful mornings]

 Ein Gefühl tief innen, Stolz. [A belief deep inside, pride.] Ein Gefühl, das nie sterben soll. [A belief that never, dies out]

 Stolz.

 

8. Return to Camelot

 

Got a phone call, Benito. An invitation to play a show. To Bassano, Del G. In the north of Italy. Got a plane out to Milan. Travelled up and then the fun began. To the campsite, in the north. Organized for a worthy cause.

Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot. Thank you for the Festival of Light. Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot. Veneto Front is keeping up the fight.

Met Fanto, with his banjo. Little twisting and a’drinking wine. Sun was shining, sky was blue, the Alps were gleaming and we all felt fine.

 Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot. Thank you for the Festival of Light. Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot. Veneto Front is keeping up the fight.

Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot. Thank you for the Festival of Light. Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot. Veneto Front is keeping up the fight.

 The Reds had screamed, and the Reds had moaned. The organizers just a’carried on. VFS for the Order New. For Europe’s future we salute you.

 Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot. Thank you for the Festival of Light. Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot. Veneto Front is keeping up the fight. Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot. Thank you for the Festival of Light. Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot. Veneto Front is keeping up the fight.

 

9. (Oh no) Here Comes a…

 

He looks to the east, he worships the beast. Nothing but air in his head. Appears in your eyes, peddling lies. Selling ideas that are dead. He’s out there every single morning, talking ’bout his new day that is dawning.

 On no, here comes a commie. Red star on his breast. Oh no, here comes a commie. Won’t you give it a rest?

 He hates his own land, he has a plan to bring it all down to the ground. Confuse you with lies, installs his spies. Brings our destruction around. He just wants to see our nations dying. His desire is for a Red flag flying.

 On no, here comes a commie. Red star on his breast. Oh no, here comes a commie. Won’t you give it a rest?

On no, here comes a commie. Red star on his breast. Oh no, here comes a commie. Won’t you give it a rest?

 Support for his plans, comes from alien lands. People who don’t belong here, they come to these shores, they always want more. With their lies and their crocodile tears. The Red gets his support from these invaders. Hopes that their sheer numbers will evade us.

On no, here comes a commie. Red star on his breast. Oh no, here comes a commie. Won’t you give it a rest?

Oh no, here comes a commie. Says his revolution is nigh. On no, here comes a commie. Won’t you off and die?

 

10. When the North Wind Blows

 

For far too long, we’ve let our enemies knock us to the floor. No one cares to lift a hand, until the knock is on their door. We’ve gotta stop Red infiltration, in all our motherlands. We gotta stand up for our nation. Stop them Reds, the future lies in our hands.

 Cobwebs have all gathered, they now obscure the view. Majorities are in a trance, and the fight’s left to the few.We’ve gotta stop Red infiltration, in all our motherlands. We gotta stand up for our nation. Stop them Reds, the future lies in our hands.

 When the north wind blows, the doubts will linger no longer. When the north wind blows, the message makes us stronger. When the north wind blows, the chill breeze brings us strength. When the north wind blows, there’s no more sitting on the fence.

 The Marxists are all crowing, they think they’ve won the fray. Even rich men’s governments all listen to what they say. We’ve gotta stop Red infiltration, in all our motherlands. We gotta stand up for our nation. Stop them Reds, the future lies in our hands.

 When the north wind blows, the doubts will linger no longer. When the north wind blows, the message makes us stronger. When the north wind blows, the chill breeze brings us strength. When the north wind blows, there’s no more sitting on the fence.

 

11. God of Thunder

 

Panic spreads, misery. Lot of people live in poverty, decline of Europe, decline of man. Long time ago when the rot began. We need a saviour, before long. Must be soon before the chance is gone. The great leader, from the north. A true warrior to defend the cause.

God of Thunder, God of War. Hail Europe. Hail Thor. God of Thunder, God of War. Hail Europe. Hail Thor.

When he comes, the people rise. Crush all treason as corruption dies. Don’t want more weaklings on our knees. We’ll stand proud and destroy the disease.

God of Thunder, God of War. Hail Europe. Hail Thor. God of Thunder, God of War. Hail Europe. Hail Thor.

It seems that now’s our time of need. Now’s the time for all heroic deeds. Now’s the time to stand and break old chains. End our people’s misery and pain.

 God of Thunder, God of War. Hail Europe. Hail Thor. God of Thunder, God of War. Hail Europe. Hail Thor.

 After battle, at victory’s call. We’ll stand and drink to our enemies fall. Grind their bones into the sand, make sure their evil never rises again.
God of Thunder, God of War. Hail Europe. Hail Thor. God of Thunder, God of War. Hail Europe. Hail Thor.

 

12. Epilogue – The Road to Valhalla

 

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, the moment he falls in the fight and he will rise, when the sun goes down.

 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 fires burn forever. Where life goes on, for the mighty young Viking. The journey has finally come to an end, for the boy and he has risen as the bravest of them all.