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The gospel of perennial truth in its new form which we came to proclaim, and which is more, to live. Nothing can alter our allegiance of thee, stronghold of mankind of the West. Nothing can ever mar our loyalty to the old oath. No threats can force us to believe their lies. No bribery can keep our hearts from hating both. Happier as the storm draws nigh, we wait and watch events go by. We wait and watch the signs of war.
With us they did not reckon when setting forth their vast utopian schemes. They thought thee dead, and us also. They thought our faith had slackened. They thought, the fools, that they could rely upon our loyalties to values which we hate. They thought they could send us to die without us ever asking why, when we had grown too weary to say no. They thought they had become the masters of our fate. And here we rise and here we stand, and give the world to understand, that we shall never fight but for our same old dream. For honour and for might, and what we know is right.
And every dreary hour that passes by into eternity glaringly shows the soundness of our claim, and tells the world the inanity of thy enemy's victory. Thus we march invincibly towards our lofty end along the way of blood and tears. It matters not how much we gave. It matters not how much we shall yet give, to see all those who hated descend into their graves. - We are grateful to the immortal gods who made us free. Serene, even in hell, and loving only thee.
En ful fisk kan inte stå; en liten häst är större än en stor lök - men Rånbögmördarna består!
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