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Boundless shadows, land of the hundred czars
Hallowed warriors, rest beneath the stars
No more we ever speak
Of fields of reckoning
No voice calling, from the dark
Names of gold
Forged in wars of old
The memory remains
A vision of endless misery
Woes of ours in vein
Sons of Minerva, the fortune of the realm
Call on our savior, to wipe out all the traitors
The Earth trembles as we gather ashore
For the lands we swore to hold
For our kingdom glorious