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The days when ancient blood |
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Will awake in the hearts of white men and women |
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Our banners will rise to the sky |
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And will flap with joy on wind |
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Ancient widsom and strength will return |
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Divided nation will become unity |
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And cry of thousands of throats |
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Will disperse darkness |
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Clearing a way for |
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Swarozyc light |
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The gates to source of our might |
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On rushing shining chariots |
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Heroes of nation will return us our pride |
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Fire will be brought to life |
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And will light forever |
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In it's warm and lights of flames |
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New generations will be bred |
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When ancient blood will return us our will |
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We will not be afraid of darkness any more |
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And Swarozyc light will disperse the darkness of night |
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In bloody struggle fighting bravely |
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Through courage and bravery |
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Looking into death's eyes |
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We will join proud heroes |
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Who with might and main gave their lives away |
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And belong to the past fighting |
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For honor and pride of our race |
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When blood of ours and of our enemies |
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With falsehood and lies put to sleep |
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Will awake from a long sleep |
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In darkness of night swords will shine |
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And squeal of coming death |
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WIll bring fear to the enemy |
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In flames of victory and glory |
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Words full of honor and pride |
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Will be brought back to light |
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In deadly struggle spilling our blood |
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We will raise banners of victory |
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Signs of triumph and rebirth |
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In flames of |
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Swarozyc light |
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On our defiled soil |
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When ancient blood |
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Will awake in us |
