Soon will come a great war, a bloody but holy day 

And after that purging our people will be free 

And sing up in the bright skies, a sun for all to see… 



Times are very tough now, for a proud white man to live 

And although it may appear that this world has no life to give



Times are soon changing, this can't go on for long 

And on that joyful summer's day, we'll sing our victory song…





Ref: And the women they'll smile on victory day 

And the children will laugh, and they'll sing and 

They'll play 

And the forests will echoe our grace 

For the brand new dawn of our race… 



You are my brother and in war we proudly sing 

Our cause shall never tire, our gift to you we bring 

A holy creed of racial purpose, a mighty race to defend 

And when we fly our holy flag their oppressive reign shall end…





And when we finally conquer, our people will be free 

And all across this great land, the bold truth we shall see 

So as we march together, to avoid catastrophe 

Let's remember always our sacred destiny