Hail the New Dawn

Hail.
Hail.
Hail.

Comrades, the voices of the dead battalions.
Of those who fell, that Europe might be great.
Join in our song, for they still march in spirit with us and urge us on that we gain the national state.

The streets are still, the final battle has ended, flushed with the fight, we proudly hail the dawn.
See over the streets, the white man’s emblem is waving.
Triumphant standards of a race reborn.

Blood of our blood, spirit of our spirit, sprang from that soil, for who’s sake they bled.
Against the vested powers, Red front, and mass reaction.
We lead the fight for the freedom and for bread.

The streets are still, the final battle has ended, flushed with the fight, we proudly hail the dawn.
See over the streets, the white man’s emblem is waving.
Triumphant standards of a race reborn.

Hail the new dawn.
Hail the new dawn.
Hail the new dawn.
Hail the new dawn.

People who we trusted, again have let us down.
Jailing men of this country, for fighting for our land.
We will fight forever, until the end releases us.
Never gonna submit to no six point master plan.

The streets are still, the final battle has ended, flushed with the fight, we proudly hail the dawn.
See over the streets, the white man’s emblem is waving.
Triumphant standards of a race reborn.

Hail the new dawn.
Hail the new dawn.
Hail the new dawn.
Hail the new dawn.

Hail.