Operation Zion

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Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 18, 2026

I understand the Jewish tie to the land Eretz Israel, a gift from God to Man A fiction born in exile, invitation to Aliyah Come un-goy me and I'll yell "Hey, see ya" Nothing's so attractive as an object out of reach Walk down the Manhattan to see Einstein on the beach Albert, did you see the dawn at the Western Wall Still standing after the United Rome's fall I sit on a plane to the land of Judah A bomb goes off outside the Mahane Yehuda Life goes on as usual outside of CNN Loun des Dieudonné's et les Jean-Marie Le Pen

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 18, 2026

Sturmgeist left Berlin for Operation Zion: Jerusalem marathon in the City of the Lion From daybreak he ran to the hills that kill At Mt Scopus he felt warm and his Geist fell ill Sturmgeist spun around at the finish line Danced a little Tanz feeling just fine Then he ate an orange, the best of them all An orange, not an apple, would cause Sturmgeist's fall Rumours of a syndrome spread in The Shuk They see Sturmchrist on wheels with the savior look White robe, black helmet and a pair of blood-red skis Skiing Jerusalem for a thousand fucking likes No olive branch of peace but laurels on his poles The syndrome-struck savior is out to gather souls On a Holy-City spree with a smile across his face Skating religion just feels so fucking good To crucify the Sturmchrist use his Splitkein skis When he rolls up to Heaven, at last there'll be peace No more wars in the region, only trust and love May the Sturmchrist bless you with a wink from above

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 18, 2026

Ein Traum braucht Kraft Und Stein und Schweiß Und Felder und Strom Und Lust and Sperm Und Holz and Liebe Und Land und Wasser Und Sonne und Wärme Urn Wahrheit zu werden Ein Plan braucht Arbeit Und Geld und Muskeln Und Treibstoff und Mut Und Wissen und Einsatz Und Worte und Streit Und Schutz und Schlaf Und Kleidung und Essen Um Wirklichkeit zu werden Eine Glaube braucht Seelen Und Hoffnung und beten Und Trachten und handeln Und Kinder und Sucht Und Sturm und Gesang Und Tranen und Lachen Und Spenden und Freude Um Wissen zu weden

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 18, 2026

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Berlin from above through the silver clouds Is this what they saw in 1945 Before ending the tyranny with bombs That is the cost of starting a war Rembrandt on fire Churches, museums, houses of civilisation Where the fires of barbarity burned You stand in a marble hall below the tall ceilings A sign says Eintreten auf eigene Gefahr Look down the gallery of doors Some are open, others closed It is quiet, the occupants long gone Which door should you choose to get out of here Do they all lead to doom To a Duke Nukem life In the marble arteries runs the blood of victims Warschau, Sachsenhausen, Babi Yar It is time to step out in the open Through one of these doors Aussteigen auf eigene Gefahr Will you exit on the Venusberg or on a D-Day beach in Normandy Will you cheer with the crowds in Paris, 1944 Will you enter a village on the Eastern Front Or flee the Dorf for your life Will you be on board the Exodus In the marble hall of destiny Which door makes you a victim Which door makes you a criminal

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 18, 2026

There was a hammer in Valhalla There was a hammer in the Soviet Union There was a hammer in European Labour There was a hammer in Zion 48 A land cannot be built Without spades and iron A people cannot live Without fields and shelter A byggja eit land Det var ein hamar I Valhalla Det var ein hamar I Sovjetunionen Det var ein hamar hja Europas arbeidarar Det var ein hamar I Zion 48 Eit land kan ikkje byggjast Utan spadar og jern Eit folk kan ikkje leva Utan akrar og vern

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 18, 2026

Come Hamas Come Hezbollah Can't touch our ways our lives With your Satanic verses Lorry trucks and Knives Come IS barbarians With your beards and black flags You'll return to where you came from In black body bags

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 18, 2026

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Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 18, 2026

I friminutti flakka eg um for ikkje å standa stilt Millom gruppone av mobbarar og utstøytte Eg ville ikkje mobba eller verta utstøyyt Ein western: No Peace in Voguesville, 948-991 No sit eg I Berlin, Kallar meg Sturmgeist Hatt hev eg, men enno ikkje pistol Eg rir eit kreatur av merket Pegasus Megalus 3000, me flyg fra Reichstag Over Brandenburger Tor, Pariser Platz Og Britische Botschaft til Mahnmal Der ermordeten Juden Europas Pa Sigerssoyla ser eg fridomen, ho er gullfuglen Spreirer vengene I himmelen over Berlin Fell over menneski som Lilith, kveler Deim mjukt med ein mokkute sekk Dei vart frosne ut med ord og vald, Noreg Var for normen. Enno kjenner eg Kor djupt eggen skar I kjøtet Ho sokk I sjolve beinet Born oyder born, skader deim for livet, veit ikkje Kva vondt dei hev valda. I The Israel Museum Stend stormguden Baal side um side Med kjaerleiksgudinna Anat Kan henda hadde dei rett I hatets hage Eg skal vera jode, innbilt, ikkje sann Ver ortodoks med hatt og skjegg Sa gudinna og kysste meg

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 18, 2026

The Valley, go to Hell, oh, those broad hands Sounds of war have chopped the mountain-caressing arms The sweat on their face, has watered your blood-thirsty soil Took my beloved away from me, crying, is a true human song Let me go. The Valley, it's your fault, you know You owe me love, you know, as he gave his soul to you The valley, free me, as the mountains gave their oath When my love returned, they would warn him from your wrath The steam will return to a river The sea will return to the sand My love, in the valley I'll wait for you, Tomorrow will bring former times Thanks to lawsonbryan408 for sending these lyrics. Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com STURMGEIST LYRICS

Submitted by The Void — Apr 18, 2026