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Marching, we shall return to our lost lands and our lost cities, The blood of all our folk in those soils cry out for our return. Thus it must be restored, to be made as they were, once so pretty, Where the bodies of millions of our own now at our losses mourn. Out to the east, generation after generation, we rode and raided, We laughed and lived free until Tarim across the expanse vast, Yet all joys were made null, for with foul lust death was aided. Then came that Oriental horde and nothing mattered after it faded. Once we rose from damned oppression we sent the Oriental to hell, With Cossack troops we took back what was once ours by right, Alas again we lost all and in that land there is no more church bell. On the hills of Manchuria the white crosses are forgot, what a blight! In India, which we righteously won as charioteer and redcoat, Descended our great king Indra with fiery hate for swarthy skin. In that land, his sons and kith and kin produced all of note. And yet, it is only that which Indra hated that remains within. What a chance we had during the Company's and Crown's day, To avenge our forefathers for the right ordering of the world, Restore what our blood once gave on the road to Mandalay. Alas, the traitors triumphed and in the mud their honor hurled. Oh Christ, along the holy River Jordan where You were baptized, Now reigns and populates those cruel snakes who murdered you. We once conquered where You were crucified and criticized, Yet now in Your own home loyal to You there are but a few. For the Lord's Jerusalem centuries of our blood was heroically shed, How many of our brave noble warriors and martyrs do we betray, When we surrender it all to those villains who'd have us all dead? What cowards are we that from the corpses of our own we stray! Oh Constantinople, how you have been horrifically defiled! Your every beauty has the terrible Turk now defaced and scarred, Once the proudest glory and shiniest city upon which God smiled, Now from you all beauty, glory, and humanity has been barred. Oh priests trapped within the walls, forsake you we cannot, To bow at the feet of that last heroic Constantine again we must. What lowly creatures are we, that we ignore this stain and blot, And hear not the groans and cries of the righteous and the just! Indeed, is there even a domain where our blood doth not be? Ancient or modern rest it cannot until we have avenged them! Comfort our friends gone before, so their restless spirit be free, How else shall the pain of bloodshed be rendered a lovely gem? Egypt to the Pacific, Algeria to Peru, and so they do all over go, Warriors ancient and primordial or modern and new, in restless sleep, And what of the unnamed in the scorching desert or freezing snow? Can we tolerate leaving them alone around the enemy in the deep? Return we must lest countless generations for vengeance cry out! Through their tombs does the foreign enemy's blood now seep. We cannot tolerate this torture of our kin in our lands throughout! Yet how many are careless who at these facts do not even weep? It is thus that the enemy marches on to triumph and does not stop. With ancestral cries further and further does our fatherland recede, Having learned naught, day after day our numbers and land does drop. Shall we go the way of our lost brothers, or shall we now succeed? Oh arise Arthur, for a foe greater than the Saxon menaces your folk! Oh awaken Barbarossa, in your home do Saracens rape your daughter! Oh wake up Constantine, so Europe goes not like your city in smoke! Oh come back Sebastian, the same enemy you must again slaughter! Rise Crockett, Travis, Bowie, fight at the Alamo forever and ever! In every street the savage raises his head as master, cut it to pieces! Halt fratricidal murder, do you not see it is the enemy’s endeavor? Exterminate all aliens of blood until their cruel infestation ceases! So go and put on your jackboots of passionate love and fiery hate, Do you truly dare to leave so many glories and heroes to die in vain? Look into the eyes of all who came before you, serve them great! Let not your women, children, and forefathers feel this horrid pain! Recall every blood memory bequeathed to you as you stride into battle, Eternally your sacrifice shall be glorified if you liberate your race! The exploiter, abuser, and destroyer of our kin, execute like cattle! Every murderer, rapist, pedophile, and usurer must we to hell chase. And if we do what we must, if courage and honor we possess, Neither traitor nor enemy can prevent our ascendancy fated, And with eternal and total victory the Lord shall us bless, And paradise with the Saints and our joyous forbearers be awaited.