The ancient voices of Europe, call out to me. The ancient Gods of family, sing out to me. The ancient ancestry, flows within me. No longer shall I, follows foreign deities that, have no value to me. No longer shall I, embrace foreign ideals that, were never meant for me. No longer shall I, sit at the table of indigenous death. Hear me now, As long as my heart, pounds, pounds, pounds, I shall live by that ancient, natural, way. No longer shall I embrace the destroyers of Europe, the destroyers of Africa, the destroyers of Asia. I shall fight them, sun up, sun down, until they are purged from this marble, home of the natural way. Hear, people of the earth, the Gods are calling, the Ancestors are calling, answer, answer the call, or, become wind blown dust.