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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