In times of peril he fought for our race In winter's solitude he died by ZOG's flame Those who betrayed him must feel our blades For shaming our martyrs and bringing disgrace Those who stand loyal your time soon shall come When the benefit of your sacrifice is reaped by your sons Our ancestors guided you and you lead the man For all of our findred to live not as slaves
And so Robert J.
Matthews...
gathered his army behind enemy lines...
And in racial communion, the blood pact was made And in silence...
The Brotherhood...
was born...
Hero to your people you stood alone Lead by example to conquer Zion's throne Bled for your brethren the army of Folk And like the wolf alone you died in the snow...

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