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| 1 | (My heart, my soul, I feel so) Cold, hard, empty. | |
| 2 | (Upon enlightenment, horrible truth,) Light that has left me, | |
| 3 | How could I know that you would die? (That all of us have, everlastingly?) | |
| 4 | (No more, I refuse to utter,) Farewell again, our dear land. | |
| 5 | So hard for us to imagine that it's real, and not a dream. (But the dream will turn real.) | |
| 6 | Motherland, native home, (Derse, Prospit.) | |
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| 8 | Farewell, our Motherland. (And hello, our united Incipisphere.) | |
| 9 | (Rise up, warweary villein,) Let's go; the sea is waiting for us. | |
| 10 | The vastness of the sea is calling to us, and the tides! (The tides of war, shall wane.) | |
| 11 | Hail to our fathers and forefathers. (Your lives are not in vain.) | |
| 12 | (And with our shadow brothers' belief) We are faithful to the covenant made with the past. | |
| 13 | (Without staffs) Now nothing can stop | |
| 14 | Our Motherland's victorious march. | |
| 15 | (Without rings) Sail on fearlessly, | |
| 16 | Pride of the Northern Seas. (and the southern fires of other lands.) | |
| 17 | (I...We all are the) Hope of the Revolution, you are the burst of faith of the people. | |
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| 19 | In October, in October, (The pieces fall into play) | |
| 20 | We report our victories to you, our Revolution. (The archagent chosen, not born in to) | |
| 21 | And to the heritage left by you for us (Pawns ascend to queens.) |
