Holocaust Storm - Let the World Goes Up in Flames

The ancient oaks are cut down centuries ago
They are still whispering, sipping into the ears
The glory and the power of a bygone days

The rustling of their leaves
Raises long-forgotten images
Inflames the mind about dreams of the former power

So it's time to raise a fist
And break the cross
Drown in the blood
Minions of Jewish idol
Time to kill and destroy
Bringing havoc and suffering

Today is the time
To change a dream into reality
Time to rise, time to change the world

Let’s release our anger,
Let's wake fear in them
Let the world goes up in flames