Europe's Demise

The body of the European is bleeding out
With festering sores of Marxism
How can it breed when it can't preserve it's own life?
We're running backwards in this human race

Our race is scrutinised by a plague
As a vulture would watch the wounded
Waiting for the emaciated corpse to drop
So it can pick the bones apart

This age old root will drown under the relentless rain of anti-culture
Infecting our once strong bodies and minds with degeneracy

The casket of the last white soul
Will be dusted
With the last grains of our soil
They die as one

Even if this race survives, it is doomed to disappear