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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required To Tis’ a new Empire be born, Rich in religion, a’prosperous dawn, Where freedoms be, a’speak your mind, See indeed they will, the blind, In adoration silently it lay, Waiting for its appointed time and day, To rise and lead by the Eurasian way, My lord into existence you command, you say, Strong in faith and love that sows, The joys of youth behind thy doors, Hid in valleys deep and blue, The strength in their loins a’set anew! March your armies over ‘Gong Fe’ Land, Punish those wicked by your hand, Punish China for their insidious dearth, Conquer them all on this earth, Teach the world of Godliness’t, War with Artemis and her-rest, For she commands the Eastern-Beast, Because, upon the bloods of Our Saints they feast, Don’t stand by and watch in awes! At this beast who boasts’ a’claws! Cowards they are, they are so! Like Cockroaches they scavenge on the poor and low! Stand for Justice O’My Great Empire’s dawn, Bring in-line those who willfully scorn! With accursed tongues they wag it free! Thinks they’re free but, sheol’s chains I see! Jealous of you shall all be so, Wish you fall deep down below, All sorts of lies, shall be told, But you O’Empire of Crucem stand straight, be bold, Brave these winds of accursed said!, Here in Eurasia tears do shed! An Endless struggle on freedom’s sand, Stand we will on Eurasian Land, And yes indeed, the Cross thou stand’s, A symbol opposed by endless hands, But in the end, I see the light, O’My Empire, you will hold Christ’s Cross upright! Rise O’Eurasia My Empire!
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