Skrewdriver – White Rider
1. White Rider
2. Where Has Justice Gone?
3. Strikeforce
4. Behind the Bars
5. Pride of a Nation
6. New Nation
7. The Snow Fell
8. I Can Cee the Fire
9. Thunder in the Cities
10. We Fight for Freedom
11. White Warriors
12. Built up, Knocked Down (1987)
You ride through the streets with your head held up high. For your flag and your country you’re willing to die. Your forefathers fought and your forefathers died. They died for a feeling they felt deep inside.
White rider, white rider, your strength is your pride. White rider, white rider, you’ll stand, never hide. White rider, white rider, your flag is your voice. You scorn the conscripted, you’re fighting through choice.
Your flags are unfolded, salute them with love. To fight for your race is a gift from above. Some fools will oppose you, true men will stay loyal, but the victory shall be ours for the blood and the soil.
White rider, white rider, your strength is your pride. White rider, white rider, you’ll stand, never hide. White rider, white rider, your flag is your voice. You scorn the conscripted, you’re fighting through choice.
You feel love for your people, disdain for the fools. The enemy’s led by the Zionist tools. You fight for your race which should be proud and free and the only reward that you crave is victory.
White rider, white rider, your strength is your pride. White rider, white rider, you’ll stand, never hide. White rider, white rider, your flag is your voice. You scorn the conscripted, you’re fighting through choice..
We see it on the streets today, we see it on the news: The so called British law machine, and it’s us who pay the jews. Then we read it in the papers that the black man gets it tough. But we all know that this is wrong, and we have had enough, I say,
Where has justice gone, where does it hide? Where has justice gone, or is it just another lie?
If there’s mugging on the streets today, or riots in the town and we get told by a blinkered lord, discrimination brought it ’round. He says they’ve got no money, he says they’ve got no jobs. Well neither have we, and we don’t see that it gives them the right to rob and loot.
Where has justice gone, where does it hide? Where has justice gone, or is it just another lie?
It seems we stand convicted, accused of being White. It seems that we are criminals, for we’re not scared to fight. There’ll be no surrender, to all our people’s foes. We’ll fight until the victory, we’ll find the way to go.
Where has justice gone, where does it hide? Where has justice gone, or is it just another lie?.
I want to tell you about South Africa, and the so called fight for freedom, the much praised black resistance, and the communists who lead them. Not too far away in Angola, or nearer home in Zimbabwe. The Marxist backed dictators are looking south in fear to see.
Strikeforce, white survival. Strikeforce, yeah. Strikeforce, gonna kill all rivals. Strikeforce, into the devil’s lair.
Well her neighbouring regimes are enemies, although we’re too blind to see that they’re harboring the marxist murderers of the terrorist A.N.C.. And the leaders of the west use sanctions, and scream “What about the human rights?” But they don’t tell the truth, cos they’re traitors too. What about the Whites that die?
Strikeforce, white survival. Strikeforce, yeah. Strikeforce, gonna kill all rivals. Strikeforce, into the devil’s lair.
You’re standing in a cell, looking through the bars. Looking at the open fields, so near and yet so far. Wondering about your friends out there, and what they’re doing now and wishing you could be with them today.
Behind the bars, behind the bars, behind the bars because you stood for you race.
They’ll try and break your spirit, they’ll try to grind you down. If you stand up for your country they don’t want you around. You wonder what you’re doing here, and is it all worthwhile. They’ll never crush the pride that’s in your heart.
Behind the bars, behind the bars, behind the bars, because you stood for you race.
They’ll try and make you angry, they’ll make new rules for you because you are what they fear, for your ideals stay true. Your faith it will sustain you, as you stand firm and proud. You’ll never let them tear your country down.
Behind the bars, behind the bars, behind the bars, because you stood for you race..
The flags are raised in glory, before the battle starts. Time is getting tighter, the pride it fills their hearts. As they march towards the battlefield, the enemy ahead. The final fight is almost here, it’s either life or death.
Pride of a nation, freedom’s salvation. Pride of a nation, they kept the flames alight.
A uniform of midnight, with silver on their necks. Their honor was their loyalty, to join their Eastern trek. They fought against such massive odds, earning glory in the fields but history tries to put them down, for their loyalty won’t yield.
Pride of a nation, freedom’s salvation. Pride of a nation, they kept the flames alight.
When the end had finally come, and the odds were just too great, their pride remained, the courage stayed, for all was not too late. The fire could be rekindled, the flames could fill the skies. Like a phoenix from the ashes, the new dawn will arise.
Pride of a nation, freedom’s salvation. Pride of a nation, they kept the flames alight..
The cattle are lowing, the vultures are crowing, the traitors are celebrating, they think they’ve won the game. They can stop their clowning, cos soon they’ll be frowning. They think that they have beaten us, but we will not be tamed.
New nation free and true, I pledge my life to you. Now the situation is so tense. New nation free and true, I pledge my life to you. If you fall we’ll fall in your defence.
The cowards are running, the pressure is coming down and people who were on our side now, turn and look away. State money is never short, they use the people that they have bought. They may buy some traitors, but we will have our day.
New nation free and true, I pledge my life to you. Now the situation is so tense. New nation free and true, I pledge my life to you. If you fall we’ll fall in your defence.
They might think that they have won, but one day our time will come. They’ll regret their treason, revenge will taste so sweet. When our people come around, all the red flags will be torn down. No longer will the money men look down from power’s seats.
New nation free and true, I pledge my life to you. Now the situation is so tense. New nation free and true, I pledge my life to you. If you fall we’ll fall in your defence..
He sat in a room, in a square the colour 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 plans to gain power.
As 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 in the sunshine on the cornflowers. The next day they were freezing to death in the snow and the ice cold showers.
As the snow fell, covering the dreams and ideals, as 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.
Then came the deadly road back on the steppes of their retreat, the cold racked their bodies, but worse was the pain of defeat. And people who had hailed them once now turned and looked away. These people now knew that the beast was on his way.
As the snow fell, covering the dreams and ideals, as 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.
You finally came back to the borders of your Fatherland. Now enemies came, traitors everywhere at hand. Many people had fought and died, knowing that they had to win and still it sickens my heart to see the picture of the red flag in Berlin.
As the snow fell, covering the dreams and ideals, as 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.
I can see the glint of belief shining in your eyes. I know you won’t turn back, from the future as it lies. You feel the anger, directed at the people all around. For it seems that they are asleep, it seems their hands are bound.
I can see the fire and I know that it won’t die. I can see the flames are burning deep inside your eyes.
You’re walking ’round, it seems as if you’re in another land. It seems the people function with their heads deep in the sand. You start to shout, you start to scream, but the sleepers slumber on. Then you awake, open your eyes, but the nightmare hasn’t gone.
I can see the fire and I know that it won’t die. I can see the flames are burning deep inside your eyes.
It seems that life is going to be uphill all the way, but you won’t yield, it’s no surrender until your dying day. For your ideals mean more to you than very life itself. For the pride you feel is all you need, it’s more than any wealth.
I can see the fire and I know that it won’t die. I can see the flames are burning deep inside your eyes.
We see corruption at all levels, we know the end is not in sight. Our government is dealing with devil and his men, they’ve set out to sell out all Whites.
There’s thunder in the cities, there’s thunder in the towns. There’s thunder in the villages, as the walls come tumbling down.
We see our nation is declining, but people who are Nationalists are few. Too many people are just whining in the wind, but from small acorns mighty oaks grew.
There’s thunder in the cities, there’s thunder in the towns. There’s thunder in the villages, as the walls come tumbling down.
There’s thunder in the cities, there’s thunder in the towns. There’s thunder in the villages, as the walls come tumbling down.
One day their evil will crumble, one day corruption will crash down. Before our flags they will be humbled, from our mouths will come the victory song.
There’s thunder in the cities, there’s thunder in the towns. There’s thunder in the villages, as the walls come tumbling down.
Out of the smoke, our blood stained battalions fly. We charge at the enemy, no one unwilling to die. Our banners are flying, our sabres all point to the sun. Our pride is our race, and our enemies scatter and run.
We’re fighting for freedom, our destiny hangs by a thread. We’re fighting for freedom, the flag of our race at our head. We’re fighting for freedom, the land of our fathers at stake. We’re fighting for freedom, the blood of our ancestors sake.
Our enemies ranks are a mixture of colours and hues. We are as one, and as such, we never will lose. We fight for our honour, we fight for a future of light. For darkness will fall and engulf us, should we lose the fight.
We’re fighting for freedom, our destiny hangs by a thread. We’re fighting for freedom, the flag of our race at our head. We’re fighting for freedom, the land of our fathers at stake. We’re fighting for freedom, the blood of our ancestors sake.
Heed sounds of battle, the screams of the wounded are loud. The warrior stands and he wipes the hot blood from his brow.
We knew that the victory is ours, as we gaze at the sight. The flags of our fathers are raised in victorious flight.
We’re fighting for freedom, our destiny hangs by a thread. We’re fighting for freedom, the flag of our race at our head. We’re fighting for freedom, the land of our fathers at stake. We’re fighting for freedom, the blood of our ancestors sake.
Fighting in the city it’s a matter of life and death. It’s as easy as black and white, and you’ll fight ’till your last breath. They’ll try and tell you that nothing’s yours, but you’re White men and they are wrong. You are the warriors fighting for the people and you fight ‘cos you are strong.
And they’ll never, never beat the warriors. White warriors, White warriors. And they’ll never, never beat the warriors. White warriors, White warriors.
If they would bother to take a look around they’d see the writing was on the wall. A lot of young people are waking up and answering the White man’s call. If they try to put us down and they don’t destroy us we’ll get strong. Their constant lies and harassment only helps to make us carry on.
And they’ll never, never beat the warriors. White warriors, White warriors. And they’ll never, never beat the warriors. White warriors, White warriors.
When the battle is over and the victory is won and the white man’s lands are owned by true white people, the traitors will all be gone.
And they’ll never, never beat the warriors. White warriors, White warriors. And they’ll never, never beat the warriors. White warriors, White warriors.
The summer was coming, I was out in the field, then I heard a guitar playing, loud and clear. I saw an old man, he sat by a tree. He said, come and listen to me son, now, come and listen to me. He said, hey boy what does life mean to you? Does it mean go out, get drunk, drown your blues? He said, if that’s what it means to you. Well that’s a waste of life, and I’ve got nothing more to say to you.
Quit my job and I went out, I bought my first guitar, then I started to learn that thing. Instead of propping up some bar. Sent a tape, got a contract, made us all so glad. Then they started messing ’round with us. Now life’s as bad, just as bad now.
Are you trying to mess us up now, trying to make us quit? If that’s what you’re trying to do Jewboy, you ain’t achieving it. I said: Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground. Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground.
Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground. Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground.