Intro WHITESIDE THE RACIST....SAYING THEIR NAMES... (spoken, low and grave): Hoods low. Flames high. We stand eternal watch. Whiteside the Racist speaks their names. Hook: Hooded vigil under starless western skies, Guard the sacred bloodline, open up they eyes. Names of the taken echo through the flame, Diversity lie claimin' White lives in they game. Hooded vigil, never sleep, never yield, We remember every victim on this blood-soaked field. Verse 1: Iryna Zarutska, 23, Ukrainian refugee fled the war, Sought safety on Charlotte light rail, found death at the door. Decarlos Brown Jr. stabbed her from behind, three times deep, One fatal to the neck while she clutched her throat in defeat. Passengers watched in horror as the life drained from her eyes, System dragged its feet while the killer spun his lies. Hook Verse 2: Bethany MaGee, 26, set ablaze on Chicago Blue Line train, Lawrence Reed poured gasoline, lit the match in cold disdain. Cornered and ignited, flames consumed her in the car, Another White daughter taken beneath the diversity scar. They celebrate the chaos, release the predators free, While our people pay the price for the lie of harmony. Hook Verse 3: Austin Metcalf, 17, track star on the field that day, Karmelo Anthony pulled the blade and took his life away. One stab to the heart while the crowd stood and stared, Media spun the tale, protectors of the blade declared. Henry Nowak, young Essex lad with dreams still bright, Stabbed down in Southampton by Vickrum Digwa's knife. Hook Verse 4: They tried to turn Chud the Builder into the villain and the threat, Painted him the monster while he fought for what was left. Locked him in a cage, tried to break the will to stand, But real ones held him down — now he's free and rich across the land. We look out for our own when the system comes to crush, That's the code we live by in this hooded vigil hush. Hook Verse 5: These are but a fraction of the sons and daughters claimed, Diversity delusion draggin' our people to they doom. From British shores to Texas fields, from Midwest trains to southern streets, The pattern repeats relentless, the lie bears bitter fruit. We honor every fallen, transform the grief to iron will, Reclaim the western birthright, make the future real. Hook Verse 6: Grand Wizard voice carryin' on the midnight wind so cold, Callin' every scattered son and daughter to the fold. We cultivate remembrance, turn the pain to steadfast steel, No mercy for the architects who engineered this flood. The diversity deception crumbles in the vigil's blood, We thread their silenced voices through the vital filament, Whiteside the Racist — guard the sacred remnant. Final Hook (layered, swelling): Hooded vigil, flames leap to the sky, Iryna, Bethany, Austin, Henry — never gonna die. We stand watch forever, robes bleached in ancestral light, White blood eternal — hold the line through endless night. Outro (spoken over fading fire): Hooded vigil never sleeps. We remember every name. We endure. We rise. Whiteside the Racist. FREE DEREK CHAUVEN ......HOODS UP STAY VIGILINTE.....ITS TIME FOR SEPERATION....B Smart stay apart and never fuckin relax in front of them.....WE DONT HAVE 2 LIVE LIKE THIS
