this song wasn't made by me, it was made by @Racial-Identitarian via ai.
i liked it, so i re-posted it.
i liked it, so i re-posted it.
In the dumping grounds of the world,
Where the races collide and swirl,
Two paths diverge, as the story goes,
Choose expulsion or face a mongrel's woes.
[Short Chorus]
It's the melting pot's lament, A tale of races bent,
To merge or expel, In the struggle for survival,
Oh, the melting pot's lament!
In North America, where the Teutonic stand,
It stayed pure in race, so still a cultural land.
While in South America, it's a different scene,
Interbreeding's made it a mongrel's dream.
Casting our eyes to Europe,
Where thanks to rubbing hands,
It's been filled up with muddies,
Sent here from foreign sands!
[Chorus]
Hear the melting pot's lament, A tale of races bent,
To merge or expel, In the struggle for survival,
Of the melting pot's lament, The wail of nations rent,
We fight or succumb, will the children of our culture
Sing the melting pot's lament?
[Instrumental]
Our Nordic stock, a beacon of light,
A culture of might, to fight for what's right,
But the unwashed come, from far and wide,
Mongrels of Europe, in their stride.
The institutions we hold dear,
Saxon in heart, our blood they steer,
But as the masses come,
They change up the air,
and bring a new hum.
[Chorus]
The globalist scheme plays a game of chance,
Importing the low starts a dangerous dance,
To make the underclass rise,
Then the revolution's disguised.
The melting pot means a cauldron of strife,
The tale of time is a struggle for life,
In the end, who will prevail,
And end the melting pot's infernal tale?
[Instrumental]
[Chorus x2]
Where the races collide and swirl,
Two paths diverge, as the story goes,
Choose expulsion or face a mongrel's woes.
[Short Chorus]
It's the melting pot's lament, A tale of races bent,
To merge or expel, In the struggle for survival,
Oh, the melting pot's lament!
In North America, where the Teutonic stand,
It stayed pure in race, so still a cultural land.
While in South America, it's a different scene,
Interbreeding's made it a mongrel's dream.
Casting our eyes to Europe,
Where thanks to rubbing hands,
It's been filled up with muddies,
Sent here from foreign sands!
[Chorus]
Hear the melting pot's lament, A tale of races bent,
To merge or expel, In the struggle for survival,
Of the melting pot's lament, The wail of nations rent,
We fight or succumb, will the children of our culture
Sing the melting pot's lament?
[Instrumental]
Our Nordic stock, a beacon of light,
A culture of might, to fight for what's right,
But the unwashed come, from far and wide,
Mongrels of Europe, in their stride.
The institutions we hold dear,
Saxon in heart, our blood they steer,
But as the masses come,
They change up the air,
and bring a new hum.
[Chorus]
The globalist scheme plays a game of chance,
Importing the low starts a dangerous dance,
To make the underclass rise,
Then the revolution's disguised.
The melting pot means a cauldron of strife,
The tale of time is a struggle for life,
In the end, who will prevail,
And end the melting pot's infernal tale?
[Instrumental]
[Chorus x2]
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