Tekster: Viking. Don't Go Round With The Jews.

Don't go round with the Jews/ You don't know which danger you'll find/ On the rail of your life/ It's so hard to change your direction once you are running// Guy, don't trust in the Jews/ Their identity is not the face you see/ They show you what they want you to see/ And then you're compelled to believe, you may not agree/ But you will never know the truth// Don't go round with the Jews/ You should be afraid of their kind attitude/ When you're invited to a feast/ Don't expect to have fun, to be a guest respected and hailed// If you are lucky you only have to serve/ Otherwise you're an instrument to keep their hatred calm/ You have to keep the peace in their world/ And receive all their tensions, their apprehensions/ They don't care if they humiliate you// Don't go round with the Jews/ They use and discard you and use you and kill you slowly in your brain/ No, there will be no alliance/ I will never mix my lymph with the blood of the Jews// Being part of their system?/ No, I prefer a sorrowful death.// No, no, don't go round with the Jews/ Reclaim you independence, reclaim your purity/ Decode their system/ They'll suck your blood, they'll use your energy/ And the fear will lead you to agree/ They will destroy you...