D.A.S.F. şarkı sözleri

The yellow peril Of the Caucasian race Tataro-mongol With a Slavic face The gastarbeiter plumber Watching your mom The last hope Of the unpure white Sun The vulgar-bulgar From ancient Thrace The last descendant Of the great Macedonian race The blood of Spartacus Dances in me The eyes of Attila Shine through me The future doesn't matter The past is where I live The future doesn't matter The past is all I have