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In cold ground here |
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I lay, Here for hundreds years |
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I stayed, |
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In black raven lived my soul, |
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And in streams my blood did flow. |
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I'm the warrior, |
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I died For the proud land of mine, |
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I'm the spirit of the past |
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Which my scions turned to dust... |
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Oh, let my spirit rise! |
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Let it rise high to heaven. |
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Oh, let my spirit fly! |
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Let it fly free as raven! |
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Oh, let my spirit raise |
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Raise nation from its chains, |
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Oh, let my nation praise |
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Roots that it now disdains! |
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And my children turned to slaves, |
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Born for glory - kept in caves, |
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Long forgotten is father's faith, |
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Outlandish yoke they praised! |
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Is that what we struggled for, |
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Gave our lives and shed our gore? |
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How that enslaved land |
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I see Calls itself mighty and free?! |
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Wake me, wake me! |
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Raise me, raise me! |
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Free me, free me! |
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Can't you hear me? |
