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War dead, your glory shall forever reign, War dead, we shall always remember your legacy. When out from the Caucasus and Steppe we came, Against every foe, you gave us your life with modesty. We thank thee war dead, for thy love abounds. To thee, how could we ever repay? You each gave your lives, so we may be around. Your self-sacrificial honor, none can take away. At Tours, Targoviste, Malta, and Vienna, You sacrificed yourselves for our very existence. For God, king, country, and kin, forever and ever! For thy love, war dead, we shall endure all pain and resistance. In Australia, Siberia, Africa, and the Great Plains, You offered your lives for our great growth and expanse. Ye with great life became war dead with bloodstains, Granted us much land in which for us to dance. At Verdun, the Somme, Normandy, and Bakhmut, You were led by the evil one into fratricidal struggle. Wanderer of parasites and terror, ugly and uncouth. Dear war dead, at your love and honor this devil does chuckle. But none of ye brave war dead died in vain, Neither in defense, expansion, nor tragedy. Nay, for to honor thee we shall endure all pain, Any persecution, hate, death, or malady. For Ivan, Johann, Jean, Ioan, Giovanni, and John, We shall fight and slay every enemy, tyrant, and traitor, Whether it be with speech, pen, rope, gun, knife, or baton, We shall give our all, for war dead could not give greater. But war dead never die, they march with us until the end, They form an iron legion from the Koryos to the present. Eternal companions, always family, each the best friend. Each one stands far above us, from the king to the peasant. The Lord hates the coward, who shall inherit eternal hellfire. And none is a coward more but he who uses courage of others for his gold. For thee war dead, your living comrades shall light the pyre. Death to that devilish den of vipers, whether young or old. Heroes murdered for war profiteers and foreign tribes, Your brave death, not in vain, shall rouse us to eternal vengeance. Snakes, we neither fear your prisons nor love your bribes! We only fear God, and love none but Him, war dead, and independence! Brethren! Avenge the heroes! Fight in the last battle! Pity none who look at their love and seek it to defile. Under our righteous banners, slaughter the enemy like cattle. Never forget all they did for you, make the war dead smile. Once we win, may they with the Lord rest, For they kept His commandment the best: Greater love hath no man than this, That a man may lay down his life for his friends.