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Light the fires of the ancient world

For our people to perceive their light

Let the flames of old flare up anew

guide us through the long dark night

Since the misty dawn when Atlantis sank

With the sublime wisdom's demise

We have kept that fire within our blood

Let the flames triumphantly arise

Arise!

Our blood kept pure in this world of mud

A flaming sword in a world of lies

Descended from the blood of the ancient gods

Let the flames triumphantly arise

As if derived from Agarthian mountain peaks

The winds of exuberance sing

Of a cleansing of this world, they speak

and the new world this will bring

Carried on a storm of wrath

A spirit so crystal clear

The whispers from an ancient path

The tales of the light we bear

Our nation's spirit still lives in us

The light within never died

A flaming sword in a world of lies

A beacon and spiritual guide

The fire of deliverance

now rages with furious heat

Lightning bolts of divinity

make sure to guide our feet

Our fatherland is bleeding

Our country is in dire need

The vultures are feeding

but we will make them bleed