Dead Man's Shadows - Sons Of Seasons

Brain-jamming ignorance reviving

While marching down streets we’ve seen once before

Into puddles of mud they’re diving

Flying like insects around a rotten core

Feed me from a dead tree

I see shadows of a dead man, he is rising again

Shame of this nation incited

The scum of the wastelands is strumming the old chords again

Raising their fists to the doctrines of hate

Verminous ideology

The leader is calling, resistance is falling

Small-mindedness spreading too fast

Feed me from a dead tree

Once we have supremacy we’re creating new divinity