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Arise, shine, for the coming of thy light,

and the glory of Victory is risen upon thee.

Thus saith I, yet once, a little while

And we will shake all nations; and the downfall of all nations shall come

Comfort ye, seed of Noah that God has spared!

Comfort ye, mártyras of the Wrath of God!

When yet once you hear the voice that crieth in the wilderness,

Prepare a way, prepare a way for Victory!

As the gates of the past are closed behind us

prepare your heart for victory!

Suddenly the snow is falling unto the ground

Suddenly we all fell silent to look around

Suddenly the clamour of war stopped

You could hear the wind

Silence descends on the battlefield

The rays of morrow peaks over the ridge