Land of the rising sun we love and cherish, beloved homeland of our brave heroes.
We must defend our lives or we shall perish, we shall protect our hearts from all our foes But if the price is death for all we hold dear, then let us die without a shred of fear.
Hail to Biafra consecrated nation, oh Fatherland, this be our solemn pledges Defending thee shall be a dedication, spilling our blood we'll count a privilege: the waving standard which emboldens the free shall always be our flag of liberty.
We shall emerge triumphant from this ordeal and through the crucible unscathed we'll pass when we are poised the wounds of battle to heal, we shall remember those who died in mass.
Then shall our trumpets peal the glorious song of victory we scored over might and wrong. Oh God protect us from the hidden pitfall, guide all our movement lest we go astray.
Give us the strength to heed the humanist call to give and not to count the lost each day. Bless those who rule to serve with resoluteness to make this clime a land of righteousness.
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