Luthori National Anthem

The Luthori national anthem is the anthem of the Holy Luthori Empire. It has changed over the years to various different tunes and words, as the Empire has changed and evolved.

March, March, Poniatowski
The earliest known anthem (after the Great Library of Oalapo was burned down in 2272), is "March, March, Poniatowski". While the music is now, sadly, lost, the words remain:

Luthori has not yet perished so long as we shall live. What foreign aggression has seized, we'll take back with the sword.

March, march, Poniatowski, From Geharon to Luthori, We shall follow you and Return to our people. We'll cross the desert, we'll cross the mountains, We shall ever be Luthorians, Kariparta has shown us the way — How to prevail.

March, march, Poniatowski... As

Wybicki crossed the desert And returned to Randamar After the Agathi invasion To redeem the country.

March, march, Poniatowski...

A father says to his Basia, As he spares not a tear: "Listen, now, can you hear our men Beating the kettle-drums?"

March, march, Poniatowski...

Es Braust Ein Ruf Wie Donnerhall
During the Diet of 2196, the anthem was changed to this, Agathian anthem, in order to match the rising imperialism of the nation. A translation is provided below the Agathian:

Es braust ein Ruf wie Donnerhall, wie Schwertgeklirr und Wogenprall: Zum Rhein, zum Rhein, zum leutschen Rhein, wer will des Stromes Hüter sein?

Refrain: Lieb' Vaterland, magst ruhig sein, lieb' Vaterland, magst ruhig sein, fest steht und treu die Wacht, die Wacht am Rhein! Fest steht und treu die Wacht, die Wacht am Rhein!

Durch Hunderttausend zuckt es schnell, und aller Augen blitzen hell; der Leutsche bieder, fromm und stark, beschützt die heil'ge Landesmark.

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Er blickt hinauf in Himmelsau'n, wo Heldenväter niederschau'n, und schwört mit stolzer Kampfeslust: Du Rhein bleibst leutsch wie meine Brust!

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Solang ein Tropfen Glut noch glüht, noch eine Faust den Degen zieht, und noch ein Arm die Büchse spannt, betritt kein Feind hier deinen Strand!

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Der Schwur erschallt, die Woge rinnt die Fahnen flattern hoch im Wind: Am Rhein, am Rhein, am leutschen Rhein wir alle wollen Hüter sein.

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Luthorian translation:

t roars a call like an echo of thunder, like clashes of swords and collitions of billows: to the Rhein, to the Rhein, to the Luthoran Rhein!: Who wants to be the stream's guardian?

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Dear fatherland shall be silent, Dear fatherland shall be silent: Firmly and devoted stands the watch, the watch on the Rhein! Firmly and devoted stands the watch, the watch on the Rhein!

Through hundreds of thousands it quickly twitches, and everybody's eyes brightly flash; the Luthoran honestly, piously, and strongly, protects the sacred land.

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He looks up to the meadows of heaven, where ancient heroes glance down, and swears with pride pugnacity: You Rhein will remain Luthoran like my chest!

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As long as a drop of blaze still glows, a fist still draws the dager, and one arm still holds the rifle, no enemy will here enter your shore!

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The oath rings out, the billow runs the flags wave high in the wind: On the Rhein, on the Luthoran Rhein we all want to be the guardian.

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Rule Luthori
As the imperialism of the 2190s began to cool, a more universal imperial anthem was required, in order to bind together the empire, which was in danger of breaking apart. To this end, respected composer and member of the Tory Party, James Edward Lutvike, of Sondavita wrote this stirring theme that has been used ever since:

When Oalapo first— at Heaven's command Arose— from out the emerald main Arose, arose, arose from out the emerald main This was the charter, The charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain:

Refrain: Rule Luthori, Luthori rule the waves, Luthorians never never never shall be slaves.

The nations, not— so blest as thee, Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall: Must in, must in, must in their turns to tyrants fall. While thou shalt flourish, Shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all.

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Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful, from each foreign stroke: More dreadful, dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke. As the loud blast, The blast that tears the skies, Serves but to root thy native oak.

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Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame: All their attempts to bend thee down, All their, all their, all their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy, Arouse thy generous flame; But work their woe, and thy renown.

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To thee belongs the rural reign; Thy cities— shall with commerce shine: Thy cities, cities, cities shall with commerce shine All thine shall be the, Shall be the subject main, And every shore it circles thine.

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The Muses, still with freedom found, Shall to— thy happy coast repair: Shall to, shall to, shall to thy happy coast repair Blest land! with matchless, With matchless beauty crown'd, And manly hearts to guard the fair.

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