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National anthem of Gerryscute GEB Empire | |
Lyrics | Benjamin Posada, 1 October 2024 |
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Music | Benjamin Posada, 21 December 2022 |
Adopted | 1 October 2024 |
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Gerria is our Sacred Country
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"Gerria is our Sacred Country" is the national anthem of the Gerryscute GEB Empire. It was composed and arranged by Benjamin Posada and it's lyrics were also written by Posada himself.
The piece was adopted on 1 October 2024 to replace the lyrics of the previous communist regime's anthem. It is a racist, xenophobic, and white supremacist propaganda song that highlights the oppressive nature of the xenophobic regime of Gerria. The original lyrics of the song are written in Russian language.
Lyrics
The lyrics of the anthem (Russian and English) are as follows;
Russian lyrics | English translation |
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I
Геррия – священная наша родина Белогеррия любимая наша страна Белая как снег, наша кровь выдержит Наш великий род никогда не будет прерван, как вы думаете. Припев: Славься, отечество наше, союз белой силы. В наших сердцах пламя продолжает гореть. Мы гордимся собой! Империя благословлена и остается сильной. Чтобы мы росли в силе и ценности, на протяжении веков. II Наша одинокая звезда сметает слабых. Он возвышается над землями, которые мы презираем. Где движимое имущество подвешивают к дереву. Они никуда не ходят, кроме своих резерваций. Припев: Славься, отечество наше, союз белой силы. В наших сердцах пламя продолжает гореть. Мы гордимся собой! Империя благословлена и остается сильной. Чтобы мы росли в силе и ценности, на протяжении веков. III Мы поднимемся под одно-звездным знаменем Очищая земли от всего, что мы презираем. Одна раса, один голос, мы маршируем вперед Знамя Победы вечно развивается повсюду. Припев: Славься, отечество наше, союз белой силы. В наших сердцах пламя продолжает гореть. Мы гордимся собой! Империя благословлена и остается сильной. Чтобы мы росли в силе и ценности, на протяжении веков. IV От тундры на севере до хлопка на юге Где урожай собирают рано морозным утром. Из Дикси мы противостоим людям с далекого юга. Где они встретят гнев Дяди Сэма железными кулаками. Припев: Славься, отечество наше, союз белой силы. В наших сердцах пламя продолжает гореть. Мы гордимся собой! Империя благословлена и остается сильной. Чтобы мы росли в силе и ценности, на протяжении веков. |
I
Gerria, our sacred homeland Belogerria, our beloved country White as snow, our blood will endure Our great line will never be interrupted, as you think. Chorus: Hail, our fatherland, the union of white power. In our hearts the flame continues to burn. We are proud of ourselves! The empire is blessed and remains strong. That we may grow in strength and value, throughout the centuries. II Our lonely star sweeps away the weak. It rises above the lands we despise. Where movable property is hung from a tree. They go nowhere but to their reservations. Chorus: Hail, our fatherland, the union of white power. In our hearts the flame continues to burn. We are proud of ourselves! The empire is blessed and remains strong. That we may grow in strength and value, through the ages. III We will rise under the one-starred banner Cleansing the lands of all that we despise. One race, one voice, we march on The banner of victory forever unfurls everywhere. Chorus: Hail, our fatherland, the union of white power. In our hearts the flame keeps burning. We are proud of ourselves! The empire is blessed and stays strong. That we may grow in strength and value, through the ages. IV From the tundra of the north to the cotton of the south Where the harvest is gathered early on a frosty morning. From Dixie we stand against the people of the deep south. Where they will meet Uncle Sam's wrath with iron fists. Chorus: Hail, our fatherland, the union of white power. In our hearts the flame keeps burning. We are proud of ourselves! The Empire is blessed and remains strong. That we grow in strength and value, throughout the centuries. |
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