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- Feb 24, 2016
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- Somewhere in Regalia
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When Regalian first, at afterlife's command
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the empire of the land,
And guardian spirits sang this strain:
"Rule, Regalian! rule the waves:
"Aloir never will be slaves."
The nations, not so blest as thee,
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
"Rule, Regalian! rule the waves:
"Aloir never will be slaves."
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful, from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native regal wheat.
"Rule, regalian! rule the waves:
"Aloir never will be slaves."
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame:
All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arouse thy generous flame;
But work their woe, and thy renown.
"Rule, Regalian! rule the waves:
"Aloir never will be slaves."
To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine:
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.
"Rule, Regalian! rule the waves:
"Aloir never will be slaves."
The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest archipelago! With matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
"Rule, Regalian! rule the waves:
"Aloir never will be slaves."
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the empire of the land,
And guardian spirits sang this strain:
"Rule, Regalian! rule the waves:
"Aloir never will be slaves."
The nations, not so blest as thee,
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
"Rule, Regalian! rule the waves:
"Aloir never will be slaves."
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful, from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native regal wheat.
"Rule, regalian! rule the waves:
"Aloir never will be slaves."
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame:
All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arouse thy generous flame;
But work their woe, and thy renown.
"Rule, Regalian! rule the waves:
"Aloir never will be slaves."
To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine:
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.
"Rule, Regalian! rule the waves:
"Aloir never will be slaves."
The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest archipelago! With matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
"Rule, Regalian! rule the waves:
"Aloir never will be slaves."
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