Heroism Against Mammonism

Mansions full of lifeless corpses dance atop
The bloodied sword in the hero's hand as he arose
From earthly to heavenly realms where he could not stop
After his life of struggle came to its close.

Fattened stomachs gorging upon dollars,
Blood of hero and blood of slave are blended,
Where love once dwelt in sacred groves and churches splendid,
Concrete must reign to loosen the belt for dollars!

Divine creations ravished across our land,
For the consumption of just another dollar,
The manifesting of our folkways banned,
Made into a pigsty for the almighty dollar!

Eternal names of those marching in glory
Sold off and forgotten for a shekel to gain.
Fields of mechanized death leaving
Just the usurious, as the noble lay dead gory,
Sacrifice - a joke the profiteer does not even feign.

Gold not gained through honor as it once was for
The frontiersman, Crusader, and Viking,
Men whose names are remembered in song
Nay, not so, but by swindle, stocks, and banking!

For their unfeeling for the plight of the folk,
And their collaboration with our every foe,
Make war!
Make war against the capitalist!

Aryans revolt against your gilded slavery!
Smash your chains of fattened lethargy dipped in gold,
Hear the stirrings of your ancestral bravery,
Slaughter your foes, onward to battle bold!

In the redeeming fires of war shall arise
A new nobility of blood and loyalty,
In a land where one may once more hear cries
Praising the heroes of our kin, that true royalty.

Men will never be free until the last financier is strangled with the entrails of the last egalitarian.