It was Aryan land, holy ancestors soil
And if enemies came, my forefathers drew swords
But the centuries passed
Gold ate swords worse than rust.

Sheath is empty, cartridge is blank Who is guilty, who sold Ukraine?
J..s are walking in the streets.
Writing laws,
Ruling state
Who is guilty, who turned us in slaves?

It’s a ZOGLAND

Little yellow coins crushed the Aryan might
My homeland was joined to Zogland without fight
Sword’s is useless in case
Of the treason of race

We forgot 14 words – brainless puppets of ZOG
We betrayed ancient Gods – our faith in the gold
And I ask who are we?
Men with guts, or just sheep?