Bloody January burns my land,
The carnage did not stop as planned.
When the blue flag rose on Akorda,
The Great Court will reign in the vast steppe’s aura!
Morning smiles will greet the skies,
No bribery court, no deceitful ties.
The people themselves will judge and decide,
For criminals whose hands are blooded in pride!
The Great Court is coming—don’t be rushed,
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