Yes, you’re fourteen million,
But we’re one billion strong,
We are the truth and you’re the lie,
The past has found you wrong,
On each account you meet the count,
Of evil set to good,
But what does evil win at end,
If soaked in shroud of blood.
Yes, you’re fourteen million,
But we’re one billion strong,
Your hate-filled dirge the Death March,
Ours is the Love Life song;
You cannot win, you are the sin,
You’re foul before all eyes,
Baptized upon the purest blood,
Whilst built on bribes and lies.
Yes, you’re fourteen million,
Whilst we’re one billion strong,
But history has proved us right,
As it has found you wrong;
Protesting indignation,
You inwardly feel pride,
You boast to self of evilness,
Yet to the Gentiles lied.
Yes, you’re fourteen million,
Whilst we’re one billion strong,
Your stolen nation hated,
You speak with viper’s tongue;
Your sperm the seed of Satan,
You’re not of Mother Earth,
Your creed is washed in children’s blood,
Your death begins at birth