I was a Rebel in the highland freedom wars.
I fought by William Wallace, from victory to victory.
I did not break, as they tortured me to death.
I was a rebel, for freedom flew my blood!
I was a Sergeant under General Lee
In the old south gray, Calvary
In the swamps of the south, my spirit still glows.
I was a rebel, for freedom flew my blood!
I was a werewolf, in the shadows the same
In the last days of our glorious Reich!
You with a white flag upon your hat.
Here comes a rebel, and I will spill your blood!
I was a last defender in the east, of the Ukraine.
We made the Red Army, running far, far away.
A Race before hate, with unconscious fury.
I was a rebel, for freedom flew my blood!
On the morning of glory, on June 17th.
Against Soviet tanks and political police.
That Molotov cocktail, it burned so good.
I was a rebel, for freedom flew my blood!
I am a rebel and forever I'll remain.
They will not push me out of my. country.
