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Marching through the rain
We are soldiers again
We are raised from the fields
With our swords and our shields
For all time
For all time

Rising like yeast
In our war with the East
As we carry the flame
On to glory again
For all time
For all time

A city to win
With the sun on our skin
We failed in the past
But today she will last
For all time
For all time

Like our fathers before
In our blood evermore
New Rome never dies
On the Bosphorus she lies
For all time
For all time

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