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Path to the divine ground |
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Where sacred blood flowed to feed the soil |
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And the flowers of glory blossomed |
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Though our path is full of tragedies and obstacles |
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The roots are deep beneath the ground |
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Carry on the heritage of our forefathers |
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And follow the path to the motherland |
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Path to divine ground |
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Where sacred blood flowed to feed the soil |
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Torches sine in the dark |
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Our sword is drawn |
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In our soul and our arrow we trust |
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We march through the nightsky |
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Our hearts filled with joy and pride |
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Our anger will strike down from above |
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To help our brothers and fight by their side |
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To find a way to your soul |
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Is to find the path to the motherland |
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Torches sine in the dark |
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Our sword is drawn |
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On our soul and our arrow we trust |
