Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-30901227-20171108140313/@comment-34470077-20180421170507

Guess this anthem:
 * Fear not; For the crimson banner that proudly ripples in this glorious dawn, shall not fade,
 * Before the last fiery hearth that is ablaze within my homeland is extinguished.
 * For that1 is the star of my people, and it will forever shine;
 * It is mine; and solely belongs to my valiant nation.
 * Frown not, I beseech you, oh thou coy crescent 
 * Smile upon my heroic nation! Why the anger, why the rage?
 * Our blood which we shed for you shall not be worthy otherwise;
 * For freedom is the absolute right of my God-worshipping nation!
 * I have been free since the beginning and forever shall be so.
 * What madman shall put me in chains! I defy the very idea!
 * I'm like the roaring flood; trampling my banks and overcoming my body,
 * I'll tear apart mountains, exceed the Expanses and still gush out!
 * The horizons of the West may be bound with walls of steel,
 * But my borders are guarded by the mighty bosom of a believer.
 * Bellow out, do not be afraid! And think: how can this fiery faith ever be extinguished,
 * By that battered, single-fanged monster you call "civilization"?
 * My friend! Leave not my homeland to the hands of villainous men!
 * Render your chest as armour and your body as bulwark! Halt this disgraceful assault!
 * For soon shall come the joyous days of divine promise;
 * Who knows? Perhaps tomorrow? Perhaps even sooner!
 * View not the soil you tread on as mere earth - recognize it!
 * And think about the shroudless thousands who lie so nobly beneath you.
 * You're the glorious son of a martyr - take shame, grieve not your ancestors!
 * Unhand not, even when you're promised worlds, this heavenly homeland.
 * Who would not sacrifice their life for this paradise of a country?
 * Martyrs would burst forth should one simply squeeze the soil! Martyrs!
 * May God take my life, my loved ones, and all possessions from me if He will,
 * But let Him not deprive me of my one true homeland in the world.
 * Oh glorious God, the sole wish of my pain-stricken heart is that,
 * No heathen's hand should ever touch the bosom of my sacred Temples.
 * These adhans and their testimonies are the foundations of my religion,
 * And may their noble sound prevail thunderously across my eternal homeland.
 * For only then, shall my fatigued tombstone, if there is one, prostrate a thousand times in ecstasy,
 * And tears of blood shall, oh Lord, spill out from my every wound,
 * And my lifeless body shall burst forth from the earth like an eternal spirit,
 * Perhaps only then, shall I peacefully ascend and at long last reach the heavens.
 * So ripple and wave like the bright dawning sky, oh thou glorious crescent,
 * So that our every last drop of blood may finally be blessed and worthy!
 * Neither you nor my kin shall ever be extinguished!
 * For freedom is the absolute right of my ever-free flag;
 * For independence is the absolute right of my God-worshipping nation!