Es gibt ein staat, mitten in europa, dort ist die luege offiziell, dort ist die erde immer noch ne scheibe und wer die warheit sagt ist kriminell.
Ein ganzes volk wolln sie umerziehen, mit uns gelingt ihnen das nie, sie nennen unsere grossvaeter verbrecher doch die wahren verbrecher die sind sie.
Das singen von liedern ist verboten, und fuer ein abzeichen da sperrn sie dich gleich ein.
es ist genau, wie frueer bei den roten aber es wird, nicht lange mehr so sein ja es wird nicht lange mehr so sein ja es wird nicht lange mehr so sein
We wake the power that rests in you. Emotional hate that is true. Viking blood runs in our veins. Our lyrics contain the Nordic rage!
Landser, Landser, we will fight! For a great new German Reich! Landser, Landser, we will fight! For a great new German Reich!
White rockin roll is what you get. We'll kick your ass, your gonna lose it! Revenge for Hess, what we request! An oi oi oi, is what your gonna hear!
Many are blind, but you can see. The German Reich, rising again! Standing aside, shows no talent. CAUSE WE ARE THE VOICE OF THE ARYAN YOUTH!
(Chorus X 3)
In the capital of the Reich there's a patriotic band, that calls the politicians out by name. That's why the government, investigated, sent spies & police, to try and stop them. Wanna put us down, but it hasn't happened, truths not suppressed, cause were gonna win! Go fuck yourself, Ignaz Bubis, state security ,and their henchmen.
Chorus: White Rock'n'Roll is our life, Landser will never die. No system, shall bring us down, our enemies shall hear us! Hey Bubis. hear us?
In the morning at 6, I fall out of bed, cops at my door & they wanna come in. The door blasts open, with full force, they invade my privacy once again. In their piles of files, grow more facts, their evidence is accumulating. That's why the government hates us to the core, we must fight on until-we-win!
When our name is said, the reds freak out, our Cds are forbidden everywhere. But forbidden fruits, taste the best, they hear our music in the prisons. If you've heard the new Landser Tune, stand up to be counted for the-revolution. One day they will play us everywhere, on our nations radios, on the air!
(Spoken) Hey Bubis.. hear us? Evil Jew Laugh Hey Bubis.. hear us? What's up now punk?
Hey Bubis.. hear us? That doesn't sound very fucking kosher to me! Hey Bubis.. hear us? Your dead and I'm not!
Hey Bubis.. hear us? Look who's pushing up daisies now JEW BOY! Hey Bubis.. hear us? You were here but now your gone.
Hey Bubis.. hear us? Try to kick me out of your fucking country. Hey Bubis.. hear us? I'm just gonna keep coming back, again & again & again & again!
Hey Bubis.. hear us? Hey Bubis.. hear us? You'll never stop me kikes!
Hey Bubis.. hear us? SIX MILLION MORE!!! Hey Bubis.. hear us? Hey Bubis.. hear us?
How do jiggaboo? (laughs)
Vinland is a pretty land, that white men love so much. There is no place for nigs and apes in Vinland anymore!
Chorus: Africa for apes, Vinland for the Whites. Put those apes back in their boats, ship those niggers back!
Down at the docks, the parties on, the mood is happiness, For all the apes are in their boats, and now their trip begins!
The ship is sailing far at sea; the apes are cold with fear, For waters pouring in their boat, their end is surely near!
The boat goes down, no chance to live & screaming doesn't help, We all know that apes can't swim, and so the niggers drown!
Africa for apes, Vinland for the Whites. Put those apes back in their boats, ship those niggers back!
The fish are hungry, so they eat that rotten Negro flesh. This ape-meat is so bad for health, the puking soon begins!
The sharks, the squids, the sturgeons and the eels were so sick, Their heads did ache for days on end, because of Nigger skin!
For the moral of this story, listen carefully. To make your land nigger free, then send them to the sea! (Chorus x 2)
Friedirich the Great
In Berlin on the street side, there stands a monument. Of Deutschland's great king Friedirich, that every good German knows. I have been there so often, no matter if rain or shine. And every time I visited there, these words they came to mind:
Great Friedirich descend from Heaven, to rule Prussia again! Helping our poor fatherland, with your bravery & your strong hand! Great Friedirich descend from Heaven, to rule Prussia again! Let the leaders, carry on, & on, & on, through these hard times!
Prussia's old Generals, how much do we need them now? Forgetting our ancestors, spreading lies about the Wehrmacht! But many years ago, this scum they ran away! For he attacked these scoundrels, and made those traitors pay!
Great Friedirich descend from Heaven, to rule Prussia again! Helping our poor fatherland, with your bravery & your strong hand! Great Friedirich descend from Heaven, to rule Prussia again! Sharping ride on to the Balkins, to care for Germany!
Look at these cowardly traitors, as they shake with fear. Their privileged times are over, it's time for redemption! These scumbags are the ones, who sold out the fatherland. Friedirich give the order, we'll make those traitors pay!
Great Friedirich descend from Heaven, to rule Prussia again! Helping our poor fatherland, with your bravery & your strong hand! Great Friedirich descend from Heaven, to rule Prussia again! Everyone is standing proud, ready for Prussia's glory again!
Great Friedirich descend from Heaven, to rule Prussia again! Helping our poor fatherland, with your bravery & your strong hand! Great Friedirich descend from Heaven, to rule Prussia again! You scumbags go to hell, your not needed more in these hard times!
Germany is in a horrible crisis. We live in a time that will decide everything, and change the face of Europe forever. Before this decision, we must face horrible conditions. But after this development, the sky will surely brighten. No matter how great the number of our enemies we have, I still believe in the great purpose of our noble cause, and admire the bravery of our soldiers, from the private all the way up to the General, THE ARMY ATTACKS!
Your eyes are crystal blue, like the great ocean. So immensely deep and true, that you could almost drown.. And your hair is golden blond, like a ripened field of wheat. Shining brightly, pure and true, when the sun falls on it!
Chorus: You are an Aryan Child, with all our love! The fate of the world lies in your heart, and within your cradle.
You are an Aryan Child, with all our love! The fate of the world lies in your heart, and within your cradle.
The light of the full moon, looks down into your bed. Watching ever over you, you are never left alone. And the brown, teddy bear, guarding bravely by your side. When the untermenschen (subhuman) come, through the cold & blackened night!
You still don't understand, that all people are not good. Remaining innocent, an Aryan that's true. Your blood is clean and pure, that's the reason they hate you. But you can guarantee, THEY WILL NEVER GET TO YOU!
(Chorus x 2)
In the German land, every scum and bum, gets to have political asylum... Their own people are politically persecuted, that's the other side of the golden coin! Our upright Nationalists, sit in jail, and behind barbed wire... That's reality, in the so-called "Democratic" state!
Freedom for all Nationalists! Open prison doors, let our comrades out... Freedom for all Nationalists! Break the chains, unleash them, open prison gates!
Civil rights groups are bought out, and are corrupted from within... They don't give a shit what happens to the Germans, or to the people who belong... Their Human rights definitions are different, and are there for foreign scum... The regiment locks those in Jail, who don't support their cause!
Day to day rights disappear, to form your police state... If you're a German and a Nationalist, you'll be punished hard! Independent justice exists, on documents, in words of text... Terrible jurists, that's what you are, suppressing our voice to be free!
Freedom for all Nationalists! Open prison doors, let our comrades out... Freedom for all Nationalists! Break the chains... Freedom for all Nationalists! Open prison doors, let our comrades out... Freedom for all Nationalists! Break the chains. unleash them and open prison gates!
When it smells like queers out on the street, you're in Portland, Portland. When a punk lies in front of you in his own puke, you're in Portland, Portland. Across the street at the little gook store, cockroaches crawling on the floor. And you are warmly, invited into: Portland!
Gays and Liberals, march the streets of Portland, Portland. Shouting: "Unify to stop the hate" in Portland, Portland. Turn on the TV & what do you see? The Oregon Spotlight lying about me! Shut your fucking cock holsters in Portland!
Is there any solution for the liberal scum, in Portland, Portland. 10,000 ways to ruin their fun in Portland, Portland. Think of all the things to do, to rid our city of all the slew Use your mind it's up to you, free Portland!
Think of all the things to do, to rid our city of all the slew. Use your mind it's up to you.
(Free Portland X 3)
It was a long, long time ago, when the wall was still standing. At this time we heard a band from England for the first time. Skrewdriver was their name, and we all went totally crazy. What we all had in our minds, was spoken out by the singer...
Chorus: Ian Stuart, you were one of the best. Ian Stuart, we will never forget you!
You wrote our hymn White Power, demanded freedom for Hess! You sang about the struggle of our soldiers against the red beast! How many nights have we spent with the sound of the klansman songs? Fetch the rope, and the Devils right hand, again & again.
At first, we couldn't believe, the news of your death. How could fate steal from us, somebody like you? Although, you've passed away, your songs will live on forever. Now let us all raise our glass, to Ian in Valhalla.
MIDDLE OF EUROPE
There's a state in the middle of Europe. A place where speaking lies are ok. Here they say that the earth is still flat now. Speak the truth, then you are a criminal.
They want to re-educate our people. But with us, they have failed once again. They call our Grandfathers evil criminals. The true criminals are the ones from the state!
Singing of our songs are forbidden. Lock us up, for a symbol or a thought. It's the same, as the red state from the past now. But it won't be like that any more.
Ya it wont be like that anymore, now. Ya it wont be like that anymore, now.
In the German rivers, the Oder & the Neisse, Night for night, always the same. In our waters, gipsy turmoil. They come upon our shores screaming asylum!
Chorus: GROUP: Gipsy pack. Scaring everyone, I hate this fucking scum! GROUP: Gipsy pack. Scaring everyone - I hate this fucking scum!
An Honorable people, with marvelous tales. To be a Gipsy means to be a nomad crook! Sintie and Roma, are their stupid names, Stealing from you & sleeping so sound!
In every corner, gypsies lay. Crawling in the dirt, they beg to you! Spit in their faces, they scratch at your feet. What comes around goes around, each getting what's deserved!
Lying traitors, a criminal army. Ascending over us, like a Locust Storm! We do not even stop their course. Eating us up, they will end us all!
(Chorus X 2)
IN THE ASS
When the super chosen ones, of the new world order Stand up, and have something to say. Then our sheepish politicians, bow down to them Obeying all that's said, it's a race to be first.
Chorus: In the ass, in the ass, in the ass In the ass, in the ass, in the ass In the ass, in the ass, in the ass In the ass, in the ass!
In school is where, the trouble began.. Accusing my grandpa of murdering. I didn't want to hear the stupid lies any more, & said: "Teacher stick your lies where they belong!"
Masses of foreigners, invading my country. Running their big mouths, they stare at me,
I say."Throw them out, along with the reds," But don't forget to kick'em in the ass!
(Chorus X 2)
"Teacher stick your lies where they belong!"
I was a Rebel in the highland freedom wars. I fought by William Wallace, from victory to victory. I did not break, as they tortured me to death. I was a rebel, for freedom flew my blood!
I was a Sergeant under General Lee In the old south gray, Calvary In the swamps of the south, my spirit still glows. I was a rebel, for freedom flew my blood!
I was a werewolf, in the shadows the same In the last days of our glorious Reich! You with a white flag upon your hat. Here comes a rebel, and I will spill your blood!
I was a last defender in the east, of the Ukraine. We made the Red Army, running far, far away. A Race before hate, with unconscious fury. I was a rebel, for freedom flew my blood!
On the morning of glory, on June 17th. Against Soviet tanks and political police. That Molotov cocktail, it burned so good. I was a rebel, for freedom flew my blood!
I am a rebel and forever I'll remain. They will not push me out of my. country.
I AM A REBEL! (x3)
Terrorist with A Guitar
We are the brown shirt, NS musical faction! Once again making white power music explode! Armed with drums, and electric guitars. We are the bomb in this cage of fools!
Chorus: Terrorist with a guitar, ministers have warned you again. Terrorist with a guitar, attempts are planned, already began. Terrorist with a guitar, terror band, from terror town! Terrorist with a guitar, Deutschlands multi-culti.
WE STAND PROUD!
Art is a weapon, musicians ready for violence. Let's hear a loud.. HAIL! To all those who support us! Time bombs are ticking, in the room that we practice. The pigs will pay, with every last drop of blood!
Nothing can stop us, nothing can cool our wrath now. Can you now hear us? Soon our wrath is upon you! We live in a system that is corrupt & sick! Here comes the music, to bring the system's decline!
WE STAND PROUD! ( X 4) HAIL LANDSER!
46 years behind prison walls. For him no regrets, no regrets at all. No one was ever tormented so much. And in the end, they even murdered him.
Chorus: Rudolf Hess - your beliefs were stronger, than a prison and pain. Rudolf Hess - You are living in our hearts.
Flew to England on a mission of truce. Yet for this they chained him, a prisoner of peace. They could not ever, ever break his pride. And history will revenge him one day.
When you see a picture of this old man. Keep him in your memory, and never forget. Swear to yourself, for your entire life. That in his name, we will never forgive!
(Chorus X 2)
Deutschland in darkest times, abandoned but not alone... Forced to be silent, one day you will rise... Brave comrades are with you, never did you stand-alone... One day we will free you, tomorrow is ours!
Hate and retribution, sworn within our hearts... Throughout these hard years, our hearts turned to stone... But deep within our cold hearts, a fire is still burning... The flame of freedom, burning brightly and clear!
Approaching from far up North, come great Dragon Battle Ships... Their tasks set in stone, their bows hit the beach...
Deutschland -O- Deutschland, you will awaken... Tomorrow a new dawn will rise over you!
Going through grandpa's garbage, to see what I could find. I find a bunch of goodies, from 1945. I see all those items, from the good old days. His metals in his hands, and his uniforms all gray!
Chorus: Grandpa was a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. Grandpa was a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. Grandpa was a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. Sturmfuehrer, Sturmfuehrer, in the SS.
In an SS Panzer unit grandpa rolled with pride. Cleansing Bolshevics from the Russian country side! Every red commie bastard that stood in his way. Hey would shoot them down, day after day!
Today I smile when I see his uniform. I know it's battle tested, I know it's battle worn! Death Head on his hat, gleams in my eyes! Hail! to your grandpa, now your grandpa's by your side!
I'll be a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. I'll be a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. I'll be a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. Sturmfuehrer, Sturmfuehrer, in the SS.
Grandpa was a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. Grandpa was a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. Grandpa was a Sturmfuehrer, in the SS. Sturmfuehrer, Sturmfuehrer, in the SS.
There is a land, far in the north, a land of snow, with seas that flow...
Northland, Northland, Believe me your time has come, Northland.
There is a folk, 4000 years, with eyes of blue, and long blonde hair...
The Viking ship, on the horizon, sails to Valhalla, the home of Odin...
(Chorus X 6, then faded out)
THE REICH COMES BACK
On every corner "Nazis out" is seen. But we don't care, you know what I mean? Because we know, that we will win, When the scum's kicked out of here!
Chorus: Can you see our flags, can you hear our songs? The Reich is back, and the Government is gone!
We will smash, and shit on the cops. Clear the streets the skinheads are here! Turks, and reds, and all you scum, Your time has come, get outta here!
No Turks around here any more. No pedophiles to baptize our kids. No niggers to drink our beer. No filthy Jews to oppress our kin!
(Group) Black, White, Red, Black, White, Red, (Repeating while the words below are spoken)
(spoken) Black, Red, and Yellow are the colors, that destroyed Germany. German traitors and Communist pigs want to destroy their national pride. German people are fighting for their rights, against traitors and occupants. Soon the night will light up again with the colors, Black, White Red!!!