Tankard - Nation Over Nation Lyrics
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Nation Over Nation
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What Are The Lyrics For Nation Over Nation By Tankard?
Nation by nation
Like measles on the map Sprouting in all directions From Mother Russia's lap The dream of independence Seeking identify As the old orders crumble But you must learn to see Greatness! Raise the flag Show your kids now proud it flies This, my son, is God's own country For its honour you must die We are the chosen ones This blood and soil is sacred We above the rest Nation over nation: myth of supremacy People over people: chauvinist bigotry Nation over nation: calls for hate, envy and war Chaos and damnation: nation over nation Power is the key That's behind the rhetoric Patriotic anesthetic Blinded crowds fall for the trick Parades and uniforms Masking internal crisis Afterming foreign threats Nation over nation: myth of supremacy People over people: chauvinist bigotry Nation over nation: calls for hate, envy and war Chaos and damnation: nation over nation Ethnic manipulation The curse of racial pride Abuse by powermongers committing genocide "Nation" is a scheme giving power to elites ideology concealing exploitation and deceit We are the chosen ones This blood and soil is sacred We above the rest Nation over nation: myth of supremacy People over people: chauvinist bigotry Nation over nation: calls for hate, envy and war Chaos and damnation: nation over nation |
Who Wrote Nation Over Nation By Tankard?
Andreas Geremia, Axel Katzmann
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What's The Duration Of The Nation Over Nation By Tankard?The duration of Nation Over Nation is 4:11 minutes and seconds. |
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