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The National Anthemn of the [[Federal Republic of Cyberia]]
The National Anthemn of the [[Federal Republic of Cyberia]]


When Cyberia first at Heav'n's command
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sang this strain;


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:  
 
When Cyberia first at Heav'n's command
Arose from out the azure main;
 
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sang this strain;
 
Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:
Cyberians never will be slaves.  
Cyberians never will be slaves.  


The nations not so blest as thee,  
 
Shall in their turns to tyrants fall;  
 
While thou shalt flourish great and free,  
The nations not so blest as thee,
Shall in their turns to tyrants fall;
 
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.  
The dread and envy of them all.  


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:  
 
Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:
Cyberians never will be slaves.  
Cyberians never will be slaves.  


Still more majestic shalt thou rise,  
 
More dreadful from each foreign stroke;  
 
As the loud blast that tears the skies,  
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
 
More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.  
Serves but to root thy native oak.  


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:  
 
Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:


Cyberians never will be slaves.  
Cyberians never will be slaves.  
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame,  
 
All their attempts to bend thee down  
 
Will but arouse thy generous flame;  
 
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame,
 
All their attempts to bend thee down
 
Will but arouse thy generous flame;
 
But work their woe, and thy renown.  
But work their woe, and thy renown.  


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:
Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:
Cyberians never will be slaves.  
Cyberians never will be slaves.  


To thee belongs the rural reign;  
 
They cities shall with commerce shine;  
 
All thine shall be the subject main,  
To thee belongs the rural reign;
 
They cities shall with commerce shine;
 
All thine shall be the subject main,
 
And every shore it circles thine.  
And every shore it circles thine.  


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:  
Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:  
Cyberians never will be slaves.  
Cyberians never will be slaves.  


The Muses, still with freedom found,  
 
Shall to thy happy coast repair;  
 
Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crowned,  
The Muses, still with freedom found,
And manly hearts to juide the fair.  
 
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
 
Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crowned,
 
And manly hearts to guide the fair.  
 


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:  
Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:  
Cyberians never will be slaves.
Cyberians never will be slaves.
[[Category: Cyberia, Federal Republic of]]

Latest revision as of 17:15, 24 September 2007

Rule Cyberia

(the tune: http://www.telegoons.org/Sounds/Rule_Britannia.mid)

The National Anthemn of the Federal Republic of Cyberia


When Cyberia first at Heav'n's command

Arose from out the azure main;

This was the charter of the land,

And guardian angels sang this strain;


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:

Cyberians never will be slaves.


The nations not so blest as thee,

Shall in their turns to tyrants fall;

While thou shalt flourish great and free,

The dread and envy of them all.


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:

Cyberians never will be slaves.


Still more majestic shalt thou rise,

More dreadful from each foreign stroke;

As the loud blast that tears the skies,

Serves but to root thy native oak.


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:

Cyberians never will be slaves.


Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame,

All their attempts to bend thee down

Will but arouse thy generous flame;

But work their woe, and thy renown.


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:

Cyberians never will be slaves.


To thee belongs the rural reign;

They cities shall with commerce shine;

All thine shall be the subject main,

And every shore it circles thine.


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:

Cyberians never will be slaves.


The Muses, still with freedom found,

Shall to thy happy coast repair;

Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crowned,

And manly hearts to guide the fair.


Rule, Cyberia! Cyberia, rule the waves:

Cyberians never will be slaves.