This hallowed land,

Where the ancient fell

Our ancestors, enemies

And friends

They have died upon

This hallowed land

Many tears we

Have shed

Over battles lost

With lives the cost

From the break of dawn

To the shadow crossed dusk

We are here

Not alone

Not as one

But as many

We stand


Making history

Paving its long

Costly road

To a firm

New beginning

A revolution

For a new age

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