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Cyrus son of Teispes |
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born of great kings |
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underneath the burning trees |
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from folded lion wings |
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marching towards Median |
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to thwart the realm above |
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legions materialise his will |
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for his grace and love |
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fall to his divine feet |
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slaves of Astyages |
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breathe your masters imminent defeat |
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crawl for the king of Persia's bless |
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all hail the king of Anshan |
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riding the lions wing |
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see the future's expansion |
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and what solemnity brings |
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his legacy is bound to restore |
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desolate faith and dreams |
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through peace and hate and war |
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tear down the astray regimes |
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Cambyses my relentless son |
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mighty king and Achaemenian |
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we shall live to never come undone |
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our fate beyond the death of men |
