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Lyrics
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Land of the rising sun, we love and cherish,
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Beloved homeland of our brave heroes;
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We must defend our lives or we shall perish,
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We shall protect our lives from all our foes;
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But if the price is death for all we hold dear,
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Then let us die without a shred of fear.
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Hail to Biafra, consecrated nation,
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O fatherland, this be our solemn pledge:
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Defending thee shall be a dedication,
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Spilling our blood we’ll count a privilege;
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The waving standard which emboldens the free
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Shall always be our flag of liberty.
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We shall emerge triumphant from this ordeal,
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And through the crucible unscathed we’ll pass;
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When we are poised the wounds of battle to heal,
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We shall remember those who died in mass;
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Then shall our trumpets peal the glorious song
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Of victory we scored o’er might and wrong.
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Oh God, protect us from the hidden pitfall,
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Guide all our movements lest we go astray;
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Give us the strength to heed the humanist call:
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To give and not to count the cost’ each day;
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Bless those who rule to serve with resoluteness,
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To make this clime a land of righteousness.
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