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Oh-oh Glorious land, that we've shaped with weary hands
Oh-oh Merciless seas, that we've sailed on bended knees
Oh-oh Great walls of stone, that we have built on shattered bones
Oh Winter nights of black that we've endured on broken back

We raise a glass and sing, our voices echoing throughout these halls
We laughably dance but we will never forget what our history holds

Oh oh....
Oh-oh Dreadfull dark, that we've lit with weary hearts
Oh Ancient trees of old, that we have felt on bloodied souls
Oh Windy stormy skies that we've survived with tired eyes
Oh Mighty mountain range that we have scaled with fire in our veins

We raise a glass and sing, our voices echoing throughout these halls
We laughably dance but we will never forget what our history holds

Oh oh....
We raise a glass and sing, our voices echoing throughout these halls
We laughably dance but we will never forget what our history holds
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