Raise aloft the standards, our ideals march before us 
Join in the [bad word] of our rousing battle song 
Hear the beet of the feet, of our mighty nation waking 
Far ahead the tread, of [bad word] marching on 

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Can't you hear the sound of our European battle song? 
Can't you hear the sound of our European battle song? 

Against the tyrants, we fight the power of gold 
With steel and sinew, as our fathers fought of old 
The whole land echoes, our triumphant shout 
The night of want is breaking, and day will see their rout 

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 [bad word] break 

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Raise aloft the standards, our ideals march before us 
Our battalions march along, without ado, without a fuss now 

Can't you hear the sound of our European battle song? 
Can't you hear the sound of the victors marching on? 
Can't you hear the sound of our European battle song? 
Can't you hear the sound of our Mother Europe's sons?