Master race was a phrase and concept originating in the slave-holding Southern US.[citation needed] The later phrase Herrenvolk (German: die Herrenrasse, das Herrenvolk (help·info)), interpreted as 'master race', was a concept in Nazi ideology in which a supposed Nordic people, as a branch of what in a late-19th and early-20th century racialist taxonomy was called the Aryan race, represented an ideal and "pure race". In Nazi ideology this "Nordic" race was the purest example of the original racial stock of those who were then called the Proto-Aryans, whom the Nazis believed to have prehistorically dwelt on the North German Plain and to have ultimately originated from the lost continent of Atlantis. The Nazis declared that the Nordics, or in their mythology, the Germanic peoples, were the true Aryans because they were less racially mixed with "non-native" Indo-European peoples than other people of what were then called the Aryan peoples (now generally called the Indo-European peoples), such as the Slavic peoples, the Romance peoples and the Indo-Iranian peoples. Based on this claim that the "Nordic" peoples were superior to all other races, the Nazis believed they were entitled to world domination. This concept is known as Nordicism.
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[Lyrics: New Model Army]
[Music: New Model Army]
Well we all learned how to use a fork and knife
How sometimes we have to wear a suit and tie
And understand these things are what give us this right
To go around the world acting superior
We live with missles and the armaments cash
With rewritten histories and a fictional past
And though some of us still have questions to ask
The ship she sails without a captain
Goddam this master race
that we're born in
Goddam this howling wolf
that we're serving
I've had it up to here...
The opposition, we ain't doing so well
I understadning is weak and our knowledge is small
And though kids scrawl frustration on the back street wall
Most of them can't even spell basatard
Goddam this master race
that we're born in
Goddam this howling wolf
that we're serving
Sometimes all I know is that cold wind blows
Down the valley from the mountain snows
On these muggy nights I lie awake
waiting for the thunder and the skies to break
But they are god and they are strong
And the can name the right and the wrong
And they reclaim the things they own
They call us now...
So candy please forgive these things that I've done
When the master race calls I know sometime that I run
And you mean more to me now than you ever did before
As I try to stay away from their clutches
Goddam this master race
that we're born in
Goddam this howling wolf
that we're serving
master race
you. whilst playing God. can decide who lives or dies
life. means so little. to a perfect breed. a race... of masters
you. took so much pleasure. in killing so many
boredom evols... and kills
you. yes you. you thought you. knew it all
but you were so wrong
SO WRONG
I saw the black smoke. in the air today
I couldn't escape the stench. the breeze blew into my
FACE
carnage all around. in the barbed wire hell
take heed to the evil
BELSON DEATH BELL
cattle trucks pulled up. in the suns first light
a journey of death. the crematoriums will be ablaze
TONIGHT
you. yes you. you thought you. knew it all
but you were so wrong
SO WRONG
never forget, we shall never forget, no never forget, never forget
Well we all learned how to use a fork and a knife
How sometimes we have to wear a suit and tie
And understand these things are what give us the right
To go around the world acting superior
We live with missiles and the armaments cache
With rewritten histories and a fictional past
And though some of us still have questions to ask
This ship, she sails without a captain
Chorus:
Goddamn the Master Race that we're born in
Goddamn the howling wolf that we're serving
I've had it up to here . . .
And the opposition, we ain't doing so well
Our understanding is weak and our knowledge is small
And though kids scrawl frustration on the back street wall
Most of them can't even spell bastard
Chorus:
Goddamn the Master Race that we're born in
Goddamn the howling wolf that we're serving
Sometimes all I know is that cold wind blows
Down the valley from the mountain snows
On these muggy nights I lie awake
And wait for the thunder and the skies to break
But they are god and they are strong
And they can name the right and wrong
And they reclaim the things they own
They call us now . . .
So Candy please forgive these things that I've done
When the Master Race calls I know sometimes that I run
You mean more to me now than you ever did before
As I try to stay away from their clutches
Chorus:
Goddamn the master race that we're born in
Goddamn the howling wolf that we're serving