Let there be no trace, no shadow, no whisper of hatred in mankind’s name,
Let every chain be shattered, and roses bloom where thorns once laid their claim.
Freedom shall become every heart’s right, when tyranny’s breath is finally gone,
Mountains will turn to meadows then… and no volcano of grief will ever dawn.
We shall face all storms that rise, for courage will lift us high above,
Even if fury fills the world, may not a single soul be harmed—just wrapped in love.
If trust should ever break someday, let sorrow not consume our flame,
For hope will still survive the night, and not one faithless heart remain.
Those empires and those rulers who today drown in pride and reign,
Their arrogance will fall to dust… and heaven will rise from earth again.
In this barren land of ours, may colors bloom in every place,
May angels walk beside us all—
and may no demon show his face.
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