The Peril Is Near

In Sweden, they hide behind pretty blue flowers

In Hungary, a white cross that sits upon green

In Germany, Denmark, it’s sweeping red arrows

Italy’s five shining stars are their screen

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Yet, on they march - increasing in number 

Bells ring out for the danger is clear

Good folks rise - awake from your slumbers

Time is short……and the peril is near

In Greece they believe that their dawn should be golden,

In Poland, an arm and a sword they think true,

In France it’s a torch to which they’re beholden,

In Holland, a bird coloured red, white and blue,

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Bristol, they sport the Wolfangel and Odal,

In Luton, the circle and flash are on show, 

Hooligans mixing their dogma with football,

Dripping their poison wherever they go

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For evil will triumph when the good they stand idle,

As dangerous fools seek to harness this hate,

Prepare the defences, ere this wave proves tidal,

Fight for what’s right, before it’s too late.

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