National Anthems

by **Kraslavia** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 11:31 am

National Anthem

Svieta liublija miloavej otchesny
Chut tebia tyle umylsy zacnye!
Dlia tebia praboj jady strashyje
Dlia tibia shnorye, kaydanye twardye
Krasnyevish chrome pire chvalyne shramy
Gnezdye v umislye shchenslivenye pravdeve
Bylie tieba pomoc, bylia vesprac
Ni zalie zyt v bidu, ni zal smirtac.

Translation:

O sacred love of the beloved Country,
Only good and true minds can experience you!
For thee, virulent poisons are savory;
For thee, chains and fetters are not an abuse.
Thou embellish cripples with scars of glory;
In the mind, thou dost nestle pleasures most true.
Might one, to thy succor, endeavor to fly,
'Twere nothing to live poor, 'twere nothing to die

(OOC:This topic was over 9000 times!)

by **Ryaanistan** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 11:42 am

Our National Anthem is "Lets Go" by the Red Army: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Z6OObKQftw

by **Sandford** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 11:43 am

"God Save the Queen"

by **Auzkhia** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 12:03 pm

Die Kaiserhymne

by **Hippostania** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 12:10 pm

Tune of the anthem

NO LAND MORE BELOVED

Oh, Hippostania,
Let me listen to your roaring rapids and humming pine trees
Until my time on this Earth comes to its end!

No land more beloved
Can be found from this world than our free homeland
That has grown so strong from the work of our fathers!

To defend, to serve, to exalt, conserve
Now is our time to create striving!
For you we want give all we've got
To stand for you until death!

Oh, Hippostania,
On your hem let your son to happily fall asleep
When he has his cheap life entrusted to you

No higher honor than to hear from your hills
The whispering of your firs
When you have hidden your son to his final rest!

by **Big Brain City** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 12:13 pm

Mine is pretty long.

by **United Greater France** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 12:15 pm

Le Chant du Départ (song of the Departure)

Full / original version - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lK0skfJSpaw

Military March version - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8i9U17mUpRQ

Rock remix version - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HFF9gnlY3c

by **Vorshka** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 12:20 pm

Watch of the Khens

A cry like roaring thunder
As rattling of swords, as surging billow
To Khens, To the Khens, to the Vorshkan Khens1
Who wants to be the guardian of the stream?

Refrain:
Dear Fatherland, you can be assured
Dear Fatherland, you can be assured
Stand firmly and remains loyal on guard
The guard on the Khens!

Through hundred thousands the call flashes through
And all their eyes shine bright
The Vorshkan youth, faithful and strong
Guards the Vorshkan holy landmark!

Refrain:

He look up into the heaven's blue
Where his heroic fathers look down
And swears with proud bellicosity
Khen, you will remain Vorshkan like my heart!

Refrain:

And even if my heart breaks in death
You will never become Lonsech!
Rich, as your flood is with water
Vorshka is in heroes blood!

Refrain:

As long there is one drop of blood that glows
There will be one fist to grab the sword
And there will an arm to hold the rifle
No enemy will enter your shore!

Refrain:

The oath resounds, the billow surges
The banners waving high in the wind
On the Khens, on the Khnes, on the Vorshkan Khens!
We all want to be your guardians

by **The Rich Port** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 12:24 pm

Burro Banton's "Badder dan Dem."

Maria: That was my fault

by **Zokoria** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 12:31 pm

"Song av fedrane våre " (Song of Our Fathers)

Tune of anthem

O Zokoria, vi elskar dette landa
Friaste nasjonen i verda
Alltid modig i møte med fare
Alltid velsigna av fridom
Verna av fridom, forsvart av mannen,
Hjarta våre vil alltid vere rein!
O Zokoria, verne fridomen vår!
Fridom og rettferd vil sigre! (2x)

by **Panhellenic Socialist Movement** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 12:31 pm

My nation's anthem is on youtube. Here is a link where you can find it: Υμνος ΠΑ.ΣΟ.Κ.

Lyrics in Greek:
Ο ήλιος ο πράσινος, ο ήλιος που ανατέλλει
μας οδηγεί
εμπρός στον αγώνα για μια Ελλάδα λεύτερη
σοσιαλιστική

Ελάτε μαζί μας και όλοι αδερφωμένοι
να πάμε μπροστά
κι αν μας σταθούν εμπόδιο σε αυτή μας την πορεία
το δίκιο μας φωτιά

Πυρωμένες ρομφαίες, πυρωμένα σπαθιά
ο λαός των Ελλήνων πήρε απόφαση πια
δεν θα αφήσει ποτέ σκλάβο να τον κρατούν
λαϊκή κυριαρχία,εθνική ανεξαρτησία όλοι ζητούν

Ένας λαός, μία ψυχή
σε μια κοινωνία σοσιαλιστική

μαζί οι εργάτες, μαζί οι αγρότες
και οι φοιτητές
χιλιάδες υπάλληλοι καταπιεσμένοι
και οι μαθητές

by **Melania** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 12:34 pm

John Lennon's "Imagine."

by **Orsonia** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 12:42 pm

Our national anthem is "Help, it's the hair bear bunch": http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPylI9t1cMw

In the Wonderland Zoo, we're the certain bears who,
stay at home every night, never quarrel or fight,
AW, WE DON'T EVEN BITE!!!
SO DON'T YELL HELP! HELP! here come the bears,
HELP! HELP! here come the bears,
HELP! HELP! here come the bears,
LET'S SPLIT!!! HELP! IT'S THE HAIR BEAR BUNCH!!

by **The Northern Colonies** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 12:52 pm

The Official Anthem is 'Highland Cathedral'. Whilst I struggled to find a decent version of this with vocals behind it, I found one that's slightly decent.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRYzoHnbi70

A version w/o lyrics - a far more attractive instrumental.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1VDC7d4Mts

An unofficial, but often used anthem. This is often used when TNC is involved in collaboration with Scotland.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PSH0eRKq1lE

Whilst this does have lyrics, it is normally simply played by the Pipe Bands, rather than alongside vocalists.

(Both of these are real-life songs, well known in Scotland - however, neither are actually an official anthem. As The Northern Colonies is within Scotland, it makes use of traditional songs.)

by **Central Lothian** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 1:11 pm

A wild thread appeared!
Rebecca used Copy and Paste!

Central Lothian wrote:Ours is Prelude to Te Deum. We have three official languages and we decided to forgo lyrics in order to avoid debate about which language in the lyrics appeared.

It's super effective!

https://dragcave.net/user/Bellumsaur13 · by **Saurisisia** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 3:58 pm

The national anthem of Saurisia is Jurassic Eternal, composed by 15-year old musical prodigy David Howe, an Allosaurus from rural Jurassica. It is purely instrumental, no vocalizations were ever written for it.

by **Herrebrugh** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 5:03 pm

Wilhelmus van Nassouwe, usually known just as the Wilhelmus (Dutch: het Wilhelmus; English translation: the William), is the national anthem of the Republic of the Fourteen United Netherlands and is the oldest national anthem in the world after the Turkish national anthem though the words of the Japanese national anthem (not the music) date back to the ninth century. Although it was not recognized as the official national anthem until 1932, it has always been popular with parts of the population and resurfaced on several occasions in the course of Netherlands history before gaining its present status.

Like many anthems, the Wilhelmus originated in the nation's struggle to achieve independence. It tells of Willem van Oranje (William of Orange), his life and why he is fighting against the King of Spain. As a result, the anthem is written in a first person perspective, as if it were sung by William himself. William of Orange being the I-figure (Early Modern Dutch "ick") in the 1st stanza "Den Coninck van Hispaengien heb ick altijt gheeert" ("I have always honoured the King of Spain").

This refers to the initial loyalty of the leading figures of the Netherlands Revolt, the Counts of Philip de Montmorency, Count of Horn ("Hoorne") and Lamoral, Count of Egmont ("Egmond") who both were executed, and the then surviving Prince of Orange (William), to the Spanish King Philip II and their claim that they merely objected against some hardships of the Spanish rule over the Netherlands. These objections were especially concerning the taxation, political oppression and the religious prosecutions.

The text and tune of the song are remarkably peaceful for a national anthem. The Wilhelmus derives its name from the first word of the song; the Geuzenliedboek's original introduction to the text speaks of "a new Christian song" ("Een Nieu Christelick Liedt").

Een nieuw Christelick Liedt gemaect ter eeren des Doorluchtichsten Heeren, Heere Wilhelm Prince van Oraengien, Grave van Nassou, Patris Patriae, mijnen Genaedigen Forsten ende Heeren. Waer van deerste Capitael letteren van elck veers syner Genaedigen Forstens name metbrengen. Na de wijse van Chartres.

Original Dutch lyrics (1568)	Contemporary Dutch lyrics	English lyrics meant to fit the melody, the rhyme and the acrostic (1934)	English translation of the original Dutch version
Wilhelmus van Nassouwe Ben ick van Duytschen bloet, Den Vaderlant getrouwe Blyf ick tot in den doet: Een Prince van Oraengien Ben ick vrij onverveert, Den Coninck van Hispaengien Heb ick altijt gheeert. In Godes vrees te leven Heb ick altyt betracht, Daerom ben ick verdreven Om Landt om Luyd ghebracht: Maer God sal mij regeren Als een goet Instrument, Dat ick zal wederkeeren In mijnen Regiment. Lydt u myn Ondersaten Die oprecht zyn van aert, Godt sal u niet verlaten Al zijt ghy nu beswaert: Die vroom begheert te leven Bidt Godt nacht ende dach, Dat hy my cracht wil gheven Dat ick u helpen mach. Lyf en goet al te samen Heb ick u niet verschoont, Mijn broeders hooch van Namen Hebbent u oock vertoont: Graef Adolff is ghebleven In Vriesland in den slaech, Syn Siel int ewich Leven Verwacht den Jongsten dach. Edel en Hooch gheboren Van Keyserlicken Stam: Een Vorst des Rijcks vercoren Als een vroom Christen man, Voor Godes Woort ghepreesen Heb ick vrij onversaecht, Als een Helt sonder vreesen Mijn edel bloet ghewaecht. Mijn Schilt ende betrouwen Sijt ghy, o Godt mijn Heer, Op u soo wil ick bouwen Verlaet mij nimmermeer: Dat ick doch vroom mach blijven V dienaer taller stondt, Die Tyranny verdrijven, Die my mijn hert doorwondt. Van al die my beswaren, End mijn Vervolghers zijn, Mijn Godt wilt doch bewaren Den trouwen dienaer dijn: Dat sy my niet verrasschen In haren boosen moet, Haer handen niet en wasschen In mijn onschuldich bloet. Als David moeste vluchten Voor Saul den Tyran: Soo heb ick moeten suchten Met menich Edelman: Maer Godt heeft hem verheven Verlost uit alder noot, Een Coninckrijk ghegheven In Israel seer groot. Na tsuer sal ick ontfanghen Van Godt mijn Heer dat soet, Daer na so doet verlanghen Mijn Vorstelick ghemoet: Dat is dat ick mach sterven Met eeren in dat Velt, Een eewich Rijck verwerven Als een ghetrouwe Helt. Niet doet my meer erbarmen In mijnen wederspoet, Dan dat men siet verarmen Des Conincks Landen goet, Dat van de Spaengiaerts crencken O Edel Neerlandt soet, Als ick daer aen ghedencke Mijn Edel hert dat bloet. Als een Prins op gheseten Met mijner Heyres cracht, Van den Tyran vermeten Heb ick den Slach verwacht, Die by Maestricht begraven Bevreesden mijn ghewelt, Mijn ruyters sach men draven. Seer moedich door dat Velt. Soo het den wille des Heeren Op die tyt had gheweest, Had ick gheern willen keeren Van v dit swear tempeest: Maer de Heer van hier boven Die alle dinck regeert. Diemen altijd moet loven En heeftet niet begheert. Seer Prinslick was ghedreven Mijn Princelick ghemoet, Stantvastich is ghebleven Mijn hert in teghenspoet, Den Heer heb ick ghebeden Van mijnes herten gront, Dat hy mijn saeck wil reden, Mijn onschult doen bekant. Oorlof mijn arme Schapen Die zijt in grooten noot, V Herder sal niet slapen Al zijt ghy nu verstroyt: Tot Godt wilt v begheven, Syn heylsaem Woort neemt aen, Als vrome Christen leven, Tsal hier haest zijn ghedaen. Voor Godt wil ick belijden End zijner grooter Macht, Dat ick tot gheenen tijden Den Coninck heb veracht: Dan dat ick Godt den Heere Der hoochster Maiesteyt, Heb moeten obedieren, Inder gherechticheyt.	Wilhelmus van Nassouwe ben ik, van Duitsen bloed, den vaderland getrouwe blijf ik tot in den dood. Een Prinse van Oranje ben ik, vrij, onverveerd, den Koning van Hispanje heb ik altijd geëerd. In Godes vrees te leven heb ik altijd betracht, daarom ben ik verdreven, om land, om luid gebracht. Maar God zal mij regeren als een goed instrument, dat ik zal wederkeren in mijnen regiment. Lijdt u, mijn onderzaten die oprecht zijt van aard, God zal u niet verlaten, al zijt gij nu bezwaard. Die vroom begeert te leven, bidt God nacht ende dag, dat Hij mij kracht zal geven, dat ik u helpen mag. Lijf en goed al te samen heb ik u niet verschoond, mijn broeders hoog van namen hebben 't u ook vertoond: Graaf Adolf is gebleven in Friesland in de slag, zijn ziel in 't eeuwig leven verwacht de jongste dag. Edel en hooggeboren, van keizerlijke stam, een vorst des rijks verkoren, als een vroom christenman, voor Godes woord geprezen, heb ik, vrij onversaagd, als een held zonder vreze mijn edel bloed gewaagd. Mijn schild ende betrouwen zijt Gij, o God mijn Heer, op U zo wil ik bouwen, Verlaat mij nimmermeer. Dat ik doch vroom mag blijven, uw dienaar t'aller stond, de tirannie verdrijven die mij mijn hart doorwondt. Van al die mij bezwaren en mijn vervolgers zijn, mijn God, wil doch bewaren de trouwe dienaar dijn, dat zij mij niet verrassen in hunne boze moed, hun handen niet en wassen in mijn onschuldig bloed. Als David moeste vluchten voor Sauel de tiran, zo heb ik moeten zuchten als menig edelman. Maar God heeft hem verheven, verlost uit alle nood, een koninkrijk gegeven in Israël zeer groot. Na 't zuur zal ik ontvangen van God mijn Heer het zoet, daarnaar zo doet verlangen mijn vorstelijk gemoed: dat is, dat ik mag sterven met ere in dat veld, een eeuwig rijk verwerven als een getrouwe held. Niets doet mij meer erbarmen in mijne wederspoed dan dat men ziet verarmen des Konings landen goed. Dat u de Spanjaards krenken, o edel Neerland zoet, als ik daaraan gedenke, mijn edel hart dat bloedt. Als een prins opgezeten met mijner heireskracht, van de tiran vermeten heb ik de slag verwacht, die, bij Maastricht begraven, bevreesden mijn geweld; mijn ruiters zag men draven zeer moedig door dat veld. Zo het de wil des Heren op die tijd was geweest, had ik geern willen keren van u dit zwaar tempeest. Maar de Heer van hierboven, die alle ding regeert, die men altijd moet loven, Hij heeft het niet begeerd. Zeer christlijk was gedreven mijn prinselijk gemoed, standvastig is gebleven mijn hart in tegenspoed. De Heer heb ik gebeden uit mijnes harten grond, dat Hij mijn zaak wil redden, mijn onschuld maken kond. Oorlof, mijn arme schapen die zijt in grote nood, uw herder zal niet slapen, al zijt gij nu verstrooid. Tot God wilt u begeven, zijn heilzaam woord neemt aan, als vrome christen leven,- 't zal hier haast zijn gedaan. Voor God wil ik belijden en zijne grote macht, dat ik tot gene tijden de Koning heb veracht, dan dat ik God de Here, de hoogste Majesteit, heb moeten obediëren in de gerechtigheid.	William of Nassau, scion Of a German and ancient line, I dedicate undying Faith to this land of mine. A prince am I undaunted, Of Orange, ever free, To the king of Spain I've granted A lifelong loyalty. I've ever tried to live in The fear of God's command And therefore I've been driven, From people, home, and land, But God, I trust, will rate me His willing instrument And one day reinstate me Into my government. Let no despair betray you, My subjects true and good. The Lord will surely stay you Though now you are pursued. He who would live devoutly Must pray God day and night To throw His power about me As champion of your right. Life and my all for others I sacrificed, for you! And my illustrious brothers Proved their devotion too. Count Adolf, more's the pity, Fell in the Frisian fray, And in the eternal city Awaits the judgement day. I, nobly born, descended From an imperial stock. An empire's prince, defended (Braving the battle's shock Heroically and fearless As pious Christian ought) With my life's blood the peerless Gospel of God our Lord. A shield and my reliance, O God, Thou ever wert. I'll trust unto Thy guidance. O leave me not ungirt. That I may stay a pious Servant of Thine for aye And drive the plagues that try us And tyranny away. My God, I pray thee, save me From all who do pursue And threaten to enslave me, Thy trusted servant true. O Father, do not sanction Their wicked, foul design, Don't let them wash their hands in This guiltless blood of mine. O David, thou soughtest shelter From King Saul's tyranny. Even so I fled this welter And many a lord with me. But God the Lord did save him From exile and its hell And, in His mercy, gave him A realm in Israel. Fear not 't will rain sans ceasing The clouds are bound to part. I bide that sight so pleasing Unto my princely heart, Which is that I with honor Encounter death in war, And meet in heaven my Donor, His faithful warrior. Nothing so moves my pity As seeing through these lands, Field, village, town and city Pillaged by roving hands. O that the Spaniards rape thee, My Netherlands so sweet, The thought of that does grip me Causing my heart to bleed. Astride on steed of mettle I've waited with my host The tyrant's call to battle, Who durst not do his boast. For, near Maastricht ensconced, He feared the force I wield. My horsemen saw one bounce it Bravely across the field. Surely, if God had willed it, When that fierce tempest blew, My power would have stilled it, Or turned its blast from you But He who dwells in heaven, Whence all our blessings flow, For which aye praise be given, Did not desire it so. Steadfast my heart remaineth In my adversity My princely courage straineth All nerves to live and be. I've prayed the Lord my Master With fervid heart and tense To save me from disaster And prove my innocence. Alas! my flock. To sever Is hard on us. Farewell. Your Shepherd wakes, wherever Dispersed you may dwell, Pray God that He may ease you. His Gospel be your cure. Walk in the steps of Jesus This life will not endure. Unto the Lord His power I do confession make That ne'er at any hour Ill of the King I spake. But unto God, the greatest Of Majesties I owe Obedience first and latest, For Justice wills it so.	William of Nassau am I, of Dutch blood. Loyal to the fatherland I will remain until I die. A prince of Orange am I, free and fearless. The king of Spain I have always honoured. To live in fear of God I have always attempted. Because of this I was ousted bereft of my land and my people. But God will direct me like a good instrument. So that I may return to my domain. Hold on my subjects, who are honest by nature. God will not abandon you even though you now are in despair. He who tries to live piously, must pray to God day and night, that He will give me strength that I may help you. My life and fortune altogether I have not spared you. My brothers high in rank have shown you this as well: Count Adolf died in battle in Frisia His soul in eternal life awaits the final judgement. Noble and high-born, of imperial descent, Chosen a prince of the empire, Like a pious Christian, for the honoured word of God, I have without hesitation like a fearless hero, ventured my own noble blood. My shield and reliance are you, o God my Lord. It is you on whom I want to rely, never leave me again. [Grant] that I may remain brave, your servant for always, and [may] defeat the tyranny, which pierces my heart. From all those that burden me and are my pursuers, my God, do save your loyal servant. That they may not surprise me with their wicked plans nor wash their hands in my innocent blood. Like David, who was forced to flee from Saul, the tyrant. I had to sigh, as did many other nobles. But God raised him, relieving him of despair, and gave him a kingdom very great in Israel. After this sourness I will receive from God my Lord the sweetness For that longs so much my noble mind which is that I may die with honour in the fields, and gain an eternal realm as a faithful hero. Nothing makes me pity so much in my adversity, then that are seen to be impoverishing the good lands of the King That you are molested by the Spaniards, O Noble Netherlands sweet, when I think of that, my noble heart bleeds. Seated [on horseback] like a prince, with my armed forces, Defied by the tyrant, I awaited the battle. Those dug in at Maastricht were afraid of my might People saw my horsemen ride bravely through the fields. If it had been the Lord's will, at the time, I would have gladly relieved you of this heavy tempest. But the Lord above, who rules all, He who we should always praise, did not desire so. By a Christian mood was driven My princely heart Steadfast remained my heart in adversity To the Lord I prayed, from the bottom of my heart, that He may save my cause, and proclaim my innocence. Farewell, my poor sheep, who are in deep despair. Your shepherd will not sleep, even though you are now dispersed. Turn to God, accept his curing word. Live as a good Christian; soon, it will be finished here. I want to confess to God, and to his great power that I have never despised the King. except that to God the Lord, the highest Majesty I've been obedient in justice.

by **St James** » Sun Mar 10, 2013 4:04 pm

(Yes, I am a puppet of St Luke. Actually, St Luke is a puppet of me!

And yes, this is different from the one in my fact-book, this is the ceremonial one while that one is official)

In songs of everlasting (Some call it His greatness everlasting because of verse three)

(Melody: How can I keep from singing? but I little faster and not quite so . . . notey)

You are King
Though not my Lord
You words speak to me clearly
Though you have died
You life lives on
In songs of everlasting!

Though war has come
Your trees still grow!
They spread their arms together
The rivers run, the lakes do flow
In songs of everlasting!

The kingdom dies
The King reborn
To command his subjects kindly!
Though they protest
They cannot test
His greatness everlasting

They do not see!
How kind he's been
Their eyes are ever closed!
They cannot know
How kingdoms grow
In songs of everlasting!

by **Estainia** » Sun Mar 10, 2013 4:23 pm

The Empire will not die, Alisonia will not die,
Look at our national hero Solos; who embodies our spirit!
The Empire will not die, Alisonia can not die,
Watch the eight hundred heroes of the lone battalion fight for every inch of land,
From four sides come the gunfire, from the four sides come the wolves,
They would rather die than retreat, they would rather die than surrender!
Amidst the sea of chaos our nations's flag flies proudly, flies proudly, flies proudly, flies proudly.
Eight hundred heroic hearts all beat as one, unstoppable to the thousands of enemies,
Their actions are mighty, their integrity heroic!
Comrades, arise! Comrades, arise!
Let us answer the call to arms, and follow the example of the eight hundred heroes!
The Empire will not die, Alisonia will not die!
Cannot die! Cannot die! Cannot die!

The song itself is called the Ballad of the Eight Hundred; it was adopted in 1916 during the Great War and is based on a battle from it.

by **Felbah** » Wed Mar 13, 2013 3:49 am

by **Britannia I** » Wed Mar 13, 2013 9:18 am

All hail Britannia

Truth and hope in our Fatherland!
And death to every foe!
Our soldiers shall not pause to rest
We vow our loyalty

Old traditions they will abide
Arise young heroes!
Our past inspires noble deeds
All Hail Britannia!

Immortal beacon shows the way
Step forth, seek glory!
Hoist your swords high into the clouds
Hail Britannia!

Our Emperor stands astride this world
He’ll vanquish every foe!
His truth and justice shine so bright
All hail his brilliant light!

Never will he be overthrown
Like mountains and sea
His bloodline immortal and pure
All Hail Britannia!

So let his wisdom guide our way
Go forth and seek glory
Hoist your swords high into the clouds
Hail Britannia!

by **Central European Commonwealth** » Wed Mar 13, 2013 10:20 am

Jeszcze Polska nie umarła,
kiedy my żyjemy.
Co nam obca moc wydarła,
szablą odbijemy.

Marsz, marsz, Krzemiński,
Z Polski do Marsylii,
Za twoim przewodem
Złączym się z narodem.

Przejdziem Łabę, przejdziem Wezerę,
Będziem Polakami,
Dał nam przykład Waszyngtonu,
Jak zwyciężać mamy.

Marsch, marsch, Krzemiński,
Aus dem Polen nach Marseille.
Unter deiner Führung
Vereinen wir uns mit der Nation.

Der Wiener und der Moskauer
werden sich nicht ansiedeln,
die Devise von uns allen ist der Freiheit
in unser Vaterland.

Marsch, marsch, Krzemiński,
Aus dem Polen nach Marseille.
Unter deiner Führung
Vereinen wir uns mit der Nation.

Už tam otec ke své Helene
Uplakaný mluví:
"Jen poslouchej, prý naši
bubnují."

Na pochod, Krzemiński,
Z Polska do Marseille
Pod tvým vedením
Spojíme se s národem

To všechny některých hlasů:
Dost Tay zajetí
My Racławickie Kosy,
Kosciuszko, dá-li Bůh.

Kovo, žygiuoti, Krzemiński,
Iš Lenkijos į Marselį.
Pagal savo komandą
Mes suvienyti save su tauta.

Sveika, mūsų didžiuotis tautos
Su mūsų tautos laisvės
Kunigas ar karalius ne į tai toli
Arba kraujo laistyti savo laukus

Kovo, žygiuoti, Krzemiński,
Iš Lenkijos į Marselį.
Pagal savo komandą
Mes suvienyti save su tauta.

by **Oceara** » Wed Mar 13, 2013 11:11 am

We do not have lyrics for our national Anthem, it is more or less a theme to the nation and it's people. Our nation appreciates the subtle beats in the music itself rather than patriotic words sung to an over-glorious background.

by **Ruridova** » Wed Mar 13, 2013 11:53 am

http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=23&t=203384&hilit=anthem
The full list of Ruridovan anthems can be found at the above link. The lyrics to the official anthem, a popular unofficial anthem, and one of the military anthems can be found below.

THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER

O say can you see by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner, O! long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation.
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heav'n rescued land
Praise the people that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In liberty is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

RUHREDAHWIENLIED(Ruridovan Song)

DEUTSCH
Ruhredahwien, Ruhredahwien über alles,
Über alles in der Welt,
Wenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze
Brüderlich zusammenhält.
Von Andalien bin an Vereudland
Von Albionien bin an Sardegien
Ruhredahwien, Ruhredahwien über alles,
Über alles in der Welt!

Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit
Für das Ruhren Vaterland!
Danach lasst uns alle streben
Brüderlich mit Herz und Hand!
Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit
Sind des Glückes Unterpfand;
Blüh' im Glanze dieses Glückes,
Blühe, Ruhren Vaterland!

Ruhredahwien, Ruhredahwien über alles
Und im Unglück nun erst recht.
Nur im Unglück kann die Liebe
Zeigen ob sie stark und echt.
Und so soll es weiterklingen
Von Geschlechte zu Geschlecht
Hoch, das Ruhren Vaterland
Und im Unglück nun erst recht.

ENGLISH
Ruridova, Ruridova over all
Over all in the world,
When, for protection and defence, it always
takes a brotherly stand together.
From Andalvarria to Vorodzhnya
From Albion to Sardegalia
Ruridova, Ruridova above everything,
Above everything in the world!

Unity and justice and freedom
For the Ruridovan fatherland!
For these let us all strive
Brotherly with heart and hand!
Unity and justice and freedom
Are the pledge of fortune;
Flourish in this fortune's blessing,
Flourish, Ruridovan fatherland!

Ruridova, Ruridova above everything,
And in times of misfortune more than ever,
Only through misfortune can love
Show whether it's strong and true;
And so shall the song continue
From generation to generation
Prosper, Ruridovan fatherland
And in times of misfortune more than ever.

THE BATTLE HYMN OF THE FEDERAL REPUBLIC(formerly the Battle Hymn of the Empire)

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His day is marching on.

by **Thurask** » Wed Mar 13, 2013 12:02 pm

Thurask wrote:"Hey Thuraskis"

Hey, Thuraskis, can you see it,
Flowing through our nation?
What our fathers and our mothers,
Fought for since creation?

Oh Thurask, your soul and spirit,
Lives through storm and thunder!
Land of plenty, land of riches,
Land of awe and wonder!
Land of plenty, land of riches,
Land of awe and wonder!

Let the planet show its fury,
Shake its own foundation,
No foe, be it man or nature,
Can destroy our nation!

Oh Thurask, our precious nation,
Damned be any traitor!
We shall stand like tallest mountains,
None have e'er been greater!
We shall stand like tallest mountains,
None have e'er been greater!

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