[Lyrics Dmitry Basik, Alex Vertel]
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In cold ground here I lay,
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Here for hundreds years I stayed,
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In black raven lived my soul,
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And in streams my blood did flow.
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I'm the warrior, I died
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For the proud land of mine,
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I'm the spirit of the past
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Which my scions turned to dust...
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Oh, let my spirit rise!
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Let it rise high to heaven.
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Oh, let my spirit fly!
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Let it fly free as raven!
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Oh, let my spirit raise
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Raise nation from its chains,
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Oh, let my nation praise
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Roots that it now disdains!
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And my children turned to slaves,
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Born for glory - kept in caves,
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Long forgotten is father's faith,
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Outlandish yoke they praised!
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Is that what we struggled for,
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Gave our lives and shed our gore?
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How that enslaved land I see
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Calls itself mighty and free?!
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Wake me, wake me!
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Raise me, raise me!
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Free me, free me!
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Can't you hear me?
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Theodore's Song
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Vicious Crusade |