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And where will all our gods go If our race should live no more? Will Olympus and Valhalla Close their mighty temple door? We cannot mend A bloodline's end So tell me, I implore Where will all our gods go If our race should live no more? From the breath of old Atlantis Egypt, Crete and Macedon Athens, Troy, Hellene and Sparta Carthage, Rome And on and on The Celts of Gaulic northlands Teuton tribes of high renown What does true greatness mean my friend If we tear our culture down? Don't tell me of your toys and wealth The comforts that you need While you stroke your souless spirit Lost in worldly vice and greed All the pseudo fleeting pleasures Mask the dignity you lack When great men came To redeem our name You simply turned your back Now you live among alien cultures Without honor hope or fame Empires you have thrown away To those who curse your name Then preached all men are equal Till your the bottom of the lot And all those You spoke freedom to Have taken what you got The ruins lay silent at Delphi Stonehenge now a tourist trap Externstein is forgotten You've no homeland on the map You followed multi culture Till your own myths live no more You trashed it all Now what's your call? Please tell me, I implore!