The Green Flag and the Cross (Special Edition)

Nationalism is the love of your own

The soil that you walk on, the blood in your bone

It's the right of a people to stand tall and free

To guard what their fathers have handed to thee

It's the harp in the hall and the fire on the hearth

The stories of old that give life to the earth

It's not hate for the stranger, it's love for your kin

The quiet, fierce promise that Ireland stays Irish again

But internationalism wears a smiling mask

It speaks of one world while it sharpens the axe

It tears down the borders, it floods every shore

Replaces the nations with a rootless, grey horde

It's the UN and Brussels, the bankers and kings

Who trade away peoples for profit and strings

They call it compassion, they call it progress and light

But the demon that drives them devours the night

This is the battle, the only one true

Nationalism or death for the nations and you

The demonic internationalists laugh in their towers

While they carve up our future in secret, dark hours

Left wing or right wing, they both serve the same

Two hands of the beast with a different name

Only truth can break them, only truth can set free

With Christ as our King, Ireland rise and be

The left cries for justice while opening the gate

The right speaks of freedom while selling our fate

Both bow to the globalist god without name

Both dance to the tune of the money and shame

They mock the old flags, they mock the old faith

They flood every village and call it our strength

They tell us the nations are prisons of old

While they build a new prison of steel and of gold

No more the deception, no more the sweet lies

No more the false choice between their two sides

The truth is our weapon, the truth is our shield

The truth that a nation has rights that won't yield

We stand for the children, the blood and the name

We stand for the soil from which Ireland came

No treaty, no summit, no globalist throne

Can steal what was given by God and by bone