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    By all the gods of Hungary We hereby swear, that we the yoke of slavery No more shall wear. National Song petofi_national_song On your feet now, Hungary calls you! now is the moment, nothing stalls you, shall we be slaves or men set free that is the question, answer me!

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    Nemzeti Dal

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    Mor Hani
    By all the gods of Hungary We hereby swear, that we the yoke of slavery No more shall wear. National Song petofi_national_song On your feet now, Hungary calls you! now is the moment, nothing stalls you, shall we be slaves or men set free that is the question, answer me!

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    National Song Of slaves and fetters we grow bored.

    Leap to my side, ancestral sword.


    By all the gods of Hungary
    http://www.5percangol.hu/cikk/sandor_ We hereby swear,
    petofi_national_song That we the yoke of slavery
    No more shall wear.

    On your feet now, Hungary calls you!


    Now is the moment, nothing stalls you,
    Shall we be slaves or men set free
    That is the question, answer me!
    By all the gods of Hungary
    We hereby swear,
    That we the yoke of slavery
    No more shall wear.
    Magyars, once more our name and story
    Slaves we have been to this hour, Shall match our ancestors’ in glory
    Our forefathers who fell from power The centuries of shame and hurt
    Fell free and lived as free men will, Can now be washed away like dirt.
    On land that was their own to till, By all the gods of Hungary
    By all the gods of Hungary We hereby swear,
    We hereby swear, That we the yoke of slavery
    That we the yoke of slavery No more shall wear.
    No more shall wear.
    And wheresoever we may perish
    Whoever now his life begrudges Grandchildren those graves shall cherish
    Deserves his death with thieves and drudges, Singing our praises in their prayers
    For setting his own worthless hide To thank us that our names are theirs.
    Above his country’s need and pride. By all the gods of Hungary
    By all the gods of Hungary We hereby swear,
    We hereby swear, That we the yoke of slavery
    That we the yoke of slavery No more shall wear.
    No more shall wear.
    by Szirtes, George
    The sword shines brighter than the fetters
    It is the finery of our betters,

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