The Day Lyrics

It was not part of their blood, it came to them very
late. With long arears to make good, when the Aryans
began to hate.

They were not easily moved, they were ice-willing to
wait. Til every count should be proved, when the Aryans
began to hate.

Their voices were even and low, their eyes were level and
straight. There was neither sign nor show, when the Aryans began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd, it was not taught by
the state. No man spooke it aloud, when the Aryans began
to hate.

It was not suddenly bred, it will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead, when time shall count
from the date. That the Aryans began to hate....

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