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As I'm standing above this world my soul is overflowing with sadness. |
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Woe to you, the glorious people if you have despised the exploits of your fathers. |
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You have forgotten how were our ancestors dying for the honor of our lands and for the honor of our names. |
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How many enemies had been killed and how many cities had been taken. |
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Our swords were sharp, but now there are only ashes. |
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Woe to you, who allowed our enemies to trample our shields, to crush our faith with cross, to slander our truth. |
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But the Sun of justice shall light our way and traitors will be committed to flames. |
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Release your hatred, behead the enemy |
