Comrades, the voices of the dead battalions
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Of those who fell, that Europe might be great
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Join in our song, for they still march in spirit with us
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And urge us on that we gain the national state
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Chorus:
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The streets are still, the final battle has ended
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Flushed with the fight, we proudly hail the dawn
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See over the streets, the White man's emblem is waving
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Triumphant standards of a race reborn
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Blood of our blood, spirit of our spirit
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Sprang from that soil, for who's sake they bled
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Against the vested powers, Red front, and massed reaction
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We lead the fight for freedom and for bread
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(Repeat Chorus)
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Hail the new dawn!
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Hail the new dawn!
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Hail the new dawn!
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Hail the new dawn!
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People who we trusted, again have let us down
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Jailing men of this country for fighting for our land
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We will fight forever, until the end releases us
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We will never submit to a six point master plan
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(Repeat Chorus)
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Hail the new dawn!
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Hail the new dawn!
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Hail the new dawn!
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Hail the new dawn!
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Hail!
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Hail the New Dawn
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Skrewdriver |