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Oh remember the proud |
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Hellenic civilisation |
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The cradle of |
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Europe where it all began |
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Or the Portuguese and |
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Spanish Armada |
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Overwhelming |
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Thy power, a tribute to the south |
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Bruges, Antwerp, |
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Ghent forever in my heart |
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Representing medieval |
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Flemish pride |
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Brave Teutonic, |
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French and |
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English knights |
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Thy shining armour now long vanished |
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Thy glory, however, forever remains |
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Praised be the |
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Scandinavian hordes |
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Once the nightmare of the |
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Christian world |
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I talk of not of mercy |
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I talk not of fear |
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The hopeless warriors of a |
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Willing Doom |
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Children of |
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Italia In ancient times "Roma Caput Mundi" |
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De Verenigde |
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Nederlanden, parel van het noorden |
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Belgium and |
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The Netherlands stood as one |
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Mother Europe born from your womb |
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Mother Europe on |
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Your soil shall be my tomb |
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I talk of not of mercy |
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I talk not of fear |
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The hopeless warriors of a |
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Willing Doom |
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Oh what that gallant spirit shall resume |
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Leap from |
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Europe's bank and call |
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Thee from the tomb (Hail to the sons of eastern Europe the Slavonian soul never fades) |
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Blessed are |
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Scotland, |
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Ireland and |
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Bretagne Where the |
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Celtic dream still lives on |
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Shall be my tomb! |
