Ian Stuart – No Turning Back
1. In To Freedom We
Ride & Triumph of the Will
2. Firepower
3. Campaign in the East
4. Fortress Europe
5. Battle Cries
6. Behind Blue Eyes
7. No Turning Back
8. Its A Hard Road
9. The Wheel Goes Round
10. The Flight of the
Eagle
11. Red Flags Are
Burning
12. In the Ghetto
1. Intro – to Freedom We Will Ride
Once a land that knew no fear, a
people proud and free
No dark infringed upon their lands, a bright light in dark seas
A warrior ruled his people, he kept them safe from dread
And by strength and honour now, a crown upon his head
But now such changes time has
passed, besets our proud green land
And now the power passed on to us lies in the traitors’
hands
Instead of pride, they teach our men the ways of cowardice
And if a spark of pride escapes they cast it to the pits
The pride that’s locked
up in our hearts, though chained is has not died
And one day though we know not when, to freedom will shall
ride…
Triumph of the Will
Only few men in history, achieve
a lasting goal
Standing firm against adversity, they reach your very soul
The people stand behind these men, their hearts and minds are one
They wanna share the destiny, until the job is done
Well this is the triumph of the will
Well this is the triumph, of the will
History books are written by
liars, nothing you read is true
If they don’t want you to know about something they keep
the facts from you
Some now say that Marx was great, and communism’s good
What they don’t tell is that Marx is in Hell and his
flag is drenched in blood
Well this is the triumph of the will
Well this is the triumph, of the will
Well this is the triumph of the will
Well this is the triumph, of the will
We are the vanguard, the blood
and the honour, the troopers of freedom and light
Government pressure, the scum on the streets, the communist media
we fight
Remember places, traitors’ faces, they’ll all
pay for their crimes
All of their lies, will some day die, well I told you six million
times…
Well this is the triumph of the will
Well this is the triumph, of the will
Well this is the triumph of the will
Well this is the triumph, of the will
He went to Angola, now, in ’76
Some signed up for riders, and others just for kicks
Communism, was a major threat
They must stand against it, the scene had now been set, and I
said…
Firepower, directed at the Reds
Fighting as the people slept safely in their beds
The Callan was leader, he hated the Reds
And when it was over the Marxist’s called for his head
The media all over the world now, they all are the same
Anything they can do to help the left-wing gain, they’ll do it
Firepower, directed at the Reds
Fighting as the people slept safely in their beds
And I said…
Death to Communism, death to communism
Death to communism, and all its evil ways
There he stood accused now, of fighting the fight
The crime was being proud and being white
The justice wasn’t fair and their stinking blood-red rags
One day they will pay as we raise the freedom flag and we say
Firepower, directed at the Reds
Fighting as the people slept safely in their beds
On a misty dawn, the spirit was
reborn, on the march to the east
Forward to Ukraine, another massive gain, into conflict with the beast
Forward into Russia, across the River Don, victory and glory, the
wheels were rolling on
Smash the Red flag of the beast
Yeah, the campaign in the East
Smash the Red flag of the beast
Yeah, the campaign in the east
And on those icy plains, they
made heavy gains, and now the skies were overcast
And when the winter came, nothing seemed the same, and they just prayed that
they could last
Not so far from Moscow, and near to Leningrad
Victory did evade them now, the weather was so bad
Smash the Red flag of the beast
Yeah, the campaign in the East
Smash the Red flag of the beast
Yeah, the campaign in the east
Against the snow and ice, the
soldiers’ sacrifice, the dreams were frozen to their
deaths
And came the endless night, freezing cold and gloomy light, many
soldiers took their final breath
And then came Stalingrad, the future looked so bad, even cold had
helped the beast
And near the end of the game, like a plague old Stalin came
And on humanity he’d feast
Yeah, from the steppes of Russia, onto Poland’s plains
On onward into Germany, the western power waned
Smash the Red flag of the beast
Yeah, the campaign in the East
Smash the Red flag of the beast
Yeah, the campaign in the east
Oh Europe, high in honour,
sacred lands of faithfulness
Made all the action in the east and in the west
You stand as your mountains, steadfast, ‘gainst enemies
strong and cruel
Like the eagle high in the sky, will not bow to alien rule
Oh Europe hold out,
don’t give in now
Oh Europe no surrender, that would be a sin, sin, sin
Think back to your forefathers
think back upon great times
European courage, victory, wouldnt run from any fight
With loyalty we stand together, shield our nations from any harm
Where the beast of war engulfs us, hold out in the rage of the
storm
Oh Europe hold out,
don’t give in now
Oh Europe no surrender, that would be a sin, sin, sin
If the White man’s gods
protect us, Europeans must stay free
Never shield our nations’ beauty from our foes and
enemies
To our Europe’s land, protection at the ready,
Europe’s men
We defy our foes and traitors self-defence is no offence
From our moors, and lakes and mountains, we will fight save our
lands
European strength and spirit, will be wielded in our hands
Oh Europe hold out,
don’t give in now
Oh Europe no surrender, that would be a sin, sin, sin
We stand here as a barrier
against the forces of evil
We stand here to do our best, to keep the blue skies blue
We are here to stand and fight now, to fight for White survival
We are here to face the storm, to make it safe for you
Battle cries now
Yeah, we’re breaking the fetters
Battle cries, yeah
Things can only get better
Won’t give in and leave
us open,to the forces of an alien creed
Won’t fall back and cry for mercy, like the weal men
always do
We will stand at the battle’s centre, with our standards
flying proudly
We’re the few will fight until the end, yeah
we’re relying on you
Battle cries yeah
Yeah, we’re breaking the fetters
Battle cries, yeah
Things can only get better
Stand by what you believe in
Stand by, stand by your word
Stand by what you believe in
Stand by, make yourself seen and heard
Stand by what you believe in,
never let your people down
When the flak mounts all around you, keep on smiling you must
never frown
If the situation gets to you, let another wind you down
If you stand by what you believe in, they can never keep you down
Battle cries now
Yeah, we’re breaking the fetters
Battle cries now
Things can only get better
Battle cries, yeah
Battle cries, yeah
Battle cries, yeah
Battle cries, yeah
No one knows what it’s
like to the bad man
To be the sad man, behind blue eyes
No one knows what its like, to be baited
To be slated, for telling you no lies
But my dreams they are as empty,
as they claim our aims to be
I have hours, only lonely, my love is vengeance, that’s
never free
No one knows what it’s
like to feel these feelings
Like I do, and I blamed you
No one bites back as hard, on their anger
None of my pain though, can show through
But my dreams they are as empty,
as they claim our aims to be
I have hours, only lonely, my love is vengeance, that’s
never free
When my fist clenches crack it
open
Before I use it to lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh, and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your fingers down my throat
If I shiver please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
But my dreams they are as empty,
as they claim our aims to be
I have hours, only lonely, my love is vengeance, that’s
never free
This time it’s just a
scuffle, well what can I say?
Put it all behind me, ’til another day
It’s a daily battle, fight it ’til the end
One day they’ll realise I’m not gonna bend now
All out attack now
Yeah, the courage we won’t lack yeah
No turning back
No turning back
Red worms are moving, a Marxist
shows his face
Teaming up with allies, from in Woburn Place
Funny how they’re together, natural team
they’re not
Red star and blue star, well have I learned a lot now
All out attack now
Yeah, the courage we won’t lack yeah
No turning back
No turning back now
All out attack now
Yeah, the courage we won’t lack yeah
No turning back
No turning back
Media’s coming at us,
we stand up strong
Enemy of the White man, trying to kill our song
We won’t fall before them, for there’s no
turning back
The cowards will not beat us, courage we won’t lack
All out attack now
Yeah, the courage we won’t lack yeah
No turning back
No turning back
Riding down the highway, going
to a show
Stepping on the by-ways, playing rock n’ roll
Getting robbed, far from home
Getting beat up, broken bone
Getting had, getting took
I tell you folks it’s harder than it looks
It’s a hard road,
carrying on playing White rock n’ roll
It’s a hard road, carrying on playing White rock
n’ roll
The leaflets for the gig day,
‘cos the left-wing lies
No ads before the big days, we know the reasons why
Getting old, getting grey
Getting ripped-off, underpaid
Getting sold, second-hand
That’s how it goes playing in a band
It’s a hard road,
carrying on playing White rock n’ roll
It’s a hard road, carrying on playing White rock
n’ roll
If you think it’s easy
doing one-night stands, oh baby
Try playing in a rock n’ roll band
It’s a hard road,
carrying on playing White rock n’ roll
It’s a hard road, carrying on playing White rock
n’ roll
It’s a hard road,
carrying on playing White rock n’ roll
It’s a hard road, carrying on playing White rock
n’ roll
If you wanna get up on the stage
and scream, well baby
Look out now because it’s hard and mean
It’s a hard road,
carrying on playing White rock n’ roll
It’s a hard road, carrying on playing White rock
n’ roll
We don’t really know,
it’s not easy to say
What happens tomorrow, what happens today
The wheel of fortune is a crazy thing
And it can make you cry and it can make you sing
I’d like to know what
it’s going to be
What is the future, for you and me?
It could be destruction, or we could be free
I’d like to see support so I could succeed
As the wheel goes
’round
As the wheel goes ’round and ’round
As the wheel goes ’round
And for the future we are bound
Are students’ unions ever going to be
Responsible people, and work for the free?
But they’ll always be there, as communist tools
Convenient platform, for Marxists and fools
Freedom for one man, but not for
the next
Orwellian nightmare, do we detect?
Oppose your own nations, oppose your own race
A devil called Lenin, speaks through their face
As the wheel goes
’round
As the wheel goes ’round and ’round
As the wheel goes ’round
And for the future we are bound
As the wheel goes
’round
As the wheel goes ’round and ’round
As the wheel goes ’round
And for the future we are bound
If a traitorous Marxist sees a
national flag
He pickets in protest, he thinks it’s a rag
For he is not normal, he’s eaten by hate
Hate for his country, and fear of his fate
He knows if we still live,
we’ll never give in
We know what he’s doing, yeah, we know every sin
And that’s why he’s trying to destroy our White
pride
And he will be hell-bound on a one-way ride
As the wheel goes
’round
As the wheel goes ’round and ’round
As the wheel goes ’round
And for the future we are bound
As the wheel goes
’round
As the wheel goes ’round and ’round
As the wheel goes ’round
And for the future we are bound
Yeah, the blue skies are above
him
Yeah, the white clouds are below
The mountains are all passing
As the north wind starts to blow
It’s the flight, the
flight of the eagle
As the snowy mountains gleam
It’s the flight, the flight of the eagle
As he flies towards his dream
The earth beneath is dying
The people’s minds are dead
Brainwashed by today’s life
Lies fill up their heads
It’s the flight, the
flight of the eagle
As the snowy mountains gleam
It’s the flight, the flight of the eagle
As he flies towards his dream
It’s the flight, the
flight of the eagle
As the snowy mountains gleam
It’s the flight, the flight of the eagle
As he flies towards his dream
The eagle is the warrior
His destiny will not wait
And the sheep that never woke up
Well they all deserve their fates
It’s the flight, the
flight of the eagle
As the snowy mountains gleam
It’s the flight, the flight of the eagle
As he flies towards his dream
It’s the flight, the
flight of the eagle
As the snowy mountains gleam
It’s the flight, the flight of the eagle
As he flies towards his dream
Red flags, May Day,
there’s gotta be a better way
Red tanks, mass graves, Red liars always get their say
The only good commie is a dead commie, it’s about time
we learned
That the only time our people are gonna taste freedom’s
when the last Red flag
is burned
Red flags are burning (burning)
White pride unfurled (burning)
Red flags are burning (burning)
All across the world
Selling papers, telling lies,
supplying Mother Russia with ready-made spies
Total evil, unwashed, trying to tell our people that
we’ve already lost
Defeatists say that we can’t cope, they will meet their
justice at the end of a rope
Red traitors, Marxist scum, they’d love to see our
country’s be over-run
Red flags are burning (burning)
White pride unfurled (burning)
Red flags are burning (burning)
All across the world
Red flags are burning (burning)
White pride unfurled (burning)
Red flags are burning (burning)
All across the world
In the media, the left-wing,
promoting all their poison about, everything
ITV, BBC and Channel 4, anyone would think we’re in the
USSR
Well we’re always wrong, they’re always right,
if somebody attacks us we must never fight
Listen commie, listen well, you’re gonna end up in your
own Red hell, well
Red flags are burning (burning)
White pride unfurled (burning)
Red flags are burning (burning)
All across the world
Red flags are burning (burning)
White pride unfurled (burning)
Red flags are burning (burning)
All across the world
As the snow fell, on a cold and
grey Chicago dawn a poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto (White ghettos)
And his mother cried
If there’s one thing that she don’t need
it’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghettos (White ghettos)
People don’t you
understand? A child needs a helping hand
He’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me, are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way, as the world
turns?
And a hungry young boy with a
runny nose plays out in the street as a cold wind blows
In the ghettos (White ghettos)
Just black and white
So he has to roam the street at night and he learns White Pride
and he learns how to fight
In the ghettos (White ghettos)
And then one night in desperation, the young man breaks away
He buys a gun and drives his car, he orders his life but he dot
get far, and his mother cries
As a crowds gathers
’round an angry young man, face down in the street with
a gun in his hand
In the ghetto (White ghettos)
As the young man dies
On a cold and grey Chicago dawn,
well another baby child is born
In the ghettos (White ghettos)
And his mother cries
White Pride
And his mother cries
White Pride