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And every shore it circles thine. | And every shore it circles thine. | ||
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And manly hearts to guide the fair. | And manly hearts to guide the fair. | ||
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Cyberians never will be slaves. | Cyberians never will be slaves. | ||
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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.