They wave the flag, but sell the soul To thugs who choke and kings who control Eyes on Moscow, hearts with Orbán Marching in step to a tyrant's plan They kiss the ring of strongman power While freedom withers by the hour Talk big about the Swedish name While feeding the fire of fascist flame Dig the hole, make it deep For every coward dressed as sheep Raise the stake, light the flame They sold us out – give 'em a traitor’s grave No loyalty, no love remains Just flags soaked red in foreign stains They wave the cross, they bark and rave But all they’ve earned is a traitor’s grave They talk about “the people’s voice” But kneel before the butcher’s choice Dreams of Russia, Hungary's walls Where justice dies and freedom falls They want control, not liberty A prison painted white and clean But we see through that bloodstained smile And we won’t go down meek and mild Dig the hole, make it deep For every coward dressed as sheep Raise the stake, light the flame They sold us out – give 'em a traitor’s grave No loyalty, no love remains Just flags soaked red in foreign stains They wave the cross, they bark and rave But all they’ve earned is a traitor’s grave They fly our flag, but their hearts are elsewhere... With iron hands, behind fake prayer Democracy? They spit when they speak it They want control — and we won’t let them keep it Dig the hole, make it deep For fascists crawling in elite No forgiveness, no parade Just cold dirt in a traitor’s grave Raise the stake, light the flame We won’t forget their filthy names You sold us out, you fed the hate — Now lie in full in a traitor’s fate They dress it clean in tailored lies In suits and smiles and dead blue eyes A liverleaf pinned to their chest Like wolves in silk, well-fed and dressed But no flower hides the stench of shame No lapel pin scrubs a traitor’s name They pose as saviors, calm and grave But we know well what flag they crave
