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Ride Out!There's no dream, no unreal,They laid down by the facts of their lives. I won't do, I won't sleep. I ride out to recover our blood... Bokkenrijder… ride out! There's no dream, no unreal, They laid down by the facts of their lives. I won't do, I won't sleep. I ride out to recover our blood... Many a strong man with torch in hand Faces blackened, armed to the teeth The devil’s with us, he has our soul The devil’s with us, he has our soul Freedom till death, the fate of us all. We’ll steal from the rich And share the loot as brothers We’ll build our own kingdom And live in this land of ours The land of our mothers!! The ground of our fathers!! As we’re the prodigal sons and daughters Of a cold century We’ll claim what we need and set fire To light up this cold century We’ll build our own kingdom And live in this land of ours The land of our mothers!! The ground of our fathers!! |