Paroles de 'The Good Fight' par Bound For Glory

Listen to my story that I'm about to tell
It doesn't have much glory:
it's about a man who fell
About an Aryan brother
who had many more things to see
Why couldn't it have been another?
I would have rather it had been me
He fought the good fight for his nation
He fought the good fight to his creation
He fought the good fight
for white salvation
He fought the good fight for his nation
He had many more things to see
I would have rather it had been me
But now his spirit is forever free
Still, I'd rather it had been me
He walked out of his doorway
without knowing he'd never return
To have a white night was his only concern
But little did he know
that his time was running out
For on that final journey home
he heard the enemy shout
He was killed for his racial pride
You try to tell me it was justified
And because you take the enemy's side
You're just going to let it slide
Tell me what is wrong
with this country we live in
After all the white blood
that has been given
Justice is still a far cry away
With how much more blood
do we have to pay?
An act of cowardice takes the place
of another warrior of our race
We lost our comrade on that fateful night
But deep in our hearts
we'll carry on his fight
Shots were fired, a cry was heard
on that endless night
But although he was struck,
he fought with all of his might
And in that room, in that bed
where that warrior lay
The fire still burning in his eyes,
as you could hear him say:
I fought the good fight for my nation
For my people and my right
to my creation
I saw the light of white salvation
I fought the good fight for my nation
He had many more things to see
I would have rather it had been me
But now his spirit is forever free
Still, I'd rather it had been me