Deltarian Anthems

Current Deltarian Anthem

«God, protect the Czar! Strong and majestic, Reign for glory, For our glory! Reign to foes' fear, Patriarchal Czar. God, protect the Czar!»

Previous Deltarian Anthems

«Deltaria, Deltaria The land to which we're born Deltaria, Deltaria The land to which we've sworn Mighty bastion of liberty Standing tall against the cruel We love our mighty Republic We're united by its rule Deltaria, Deltaria The land to which we're born Deltaria, Deltaria The land to which we've sworn We'll fight for peace and freedom In our dark or greates time Onwards in our union Our pride the bells will chime Deltaria, Deltaria The land to which we're born Deltaria, Deltaria The land to which we've sworn Forever standing, forever free Place where my heart longs to be Boldly facing eternity Deltaria! Deltaria! Deltaria!»

(Deltarian/Slovak) «Ehey uchnem, Ehey uchnem, Ešte raz, ešte raz, to je co ja chcem Ideme všetci orat' na poli Teraz pracujme, raz, dva, tri Ay-da-da, ay-da, Ay-da-da, ay-da, Ideme všetci orat' na poli Ehey uchnem, Hey, hey, pracujme celý den Slnku spievajme piesen Ehey uchnem, Ehey uchnem, Ešte raz, ešte raz, to je co ja chcem Zbierame úrodu na jesen, Slnku spievajme piesen Ay-da-da, ay-da, Ay-da-da, ay-da, Slnku spievajme piesen Hey, hey, pracujme celý den Slnku spievajme piesen Ehey uchnem, Ehey uchnem, Ešte raz, ešte raz, to je no ja chcem Náš národ, si naša hrdost' Prinášaš nášmu l'udu radost' Ay-da-da, ay-da, Ay-da-da, ay-da, Náš národ, si naša hrdost' Prinášaš nášmu l'udu radost' Ehey uchnem, Ehey uchnem, Ehey uchnem, Ehey uchnem. »

(Luthori) «Yo, heave-ho, Yo, heave-ho, Once more, once more, this is what I want, We all go to plough the field, Now we'll work, one, two, three, Ay-da-da, ay-da, Ay-da-da, ay-da, We all go to plough the field, Yo, heave-ho, Hey, hey, let's work all day, And sing our song in the sun, Yo, heave-ho, Yo, heave-ho, Once more, once more, this is what I want, We all collect Autumn's harvest, And sing our song in the sun, Ay-da-da, ay-da, Ay-da-da, ay-da, And sing our song in the sun, Hey, hey, let's work all day, And sing our song in the sun, Yo, heave-ho, Yo, heave-ho, Once more, once more, this is what I want, Our nation, you are our pride, You bring joy to the people, Ay-da-da, ay-da, Ay-da-da, ay-da, Our nation, you are our pride, You bring joy to the people, Yo, heave-ho, Yo, heave-ho, Yo, heave-ho, Yo, heave-ho. »

«We of Deltársko do boldly go To carve our place in history And we will show that we do know Life's darkest mystery The bell it tolls for all our souls Yet we shed not a single tear For we fan the coals and we reach our goals And know that Heaven is so near We of Darali cry Nazdravie As we raise our laud'num high To banish thee of the Nádašdy To happy floating in the sky Twixt ebbs and lulls and peasant culls Boh's Children are never alone As our dagger dulls on the grinning skulls On which we have built our throne We Ushalande so blessed be Raise glasses and shout Noroc To the Kalistani Aristocracy And their union to our stock With history proud made of woven shroud And grim boxes carved of pine And our laughter loud will reach to cloud When we sport and drink and dine In Doron Akigo we truly know The true value of our toil The fields we sow so brightly glow Blessed we are with lighted soil Land of Communists and civil unrests Where life bears a heavy toll But the poisoned mist won't make us desist To raise our glasses and cry Skål We of Dissuwa so blessed we are For every second of time Land of malcontents and tenements Where the bodies burn in lime Beneath the grounds in the burial mounds And the otroks live in fear As the police make rounds with their baying hounds And more otroks disappear We of Alazinder are quick to disinter Skull, ribs, backbone and shins Another mangy cur to the Seat of Peter To stand trial for his sins As the synod reigns over sin that stains From Upir and Incubus For our blessed gains are the Heavenly planes Where Boh watches over us»

(We of Deltársko)

«Deltaria, Deltaria The land to which we're born Deltaria, Deltaria The land to which we've sworn Mighty bastion of liberty Standing tall against the cruel We love our mighty Republic And surrender to its rule We'll fight the filthy Quanzaris And amass our armies, brave We'll kill their wives and children And dig them a communal grave Deltaria, Deltaria The land to which we're born Deltaria, Deltaria The land to which we've sworn We'll fight for peace and freedom In our dark and troubling time And we'll wrap Quanzar in a winding sheet And a layer of burning lime We'll fortify this peaceful land And rain fire on Quanzar's pigs And the traitors to the Majesty Will be dancing hempen jigs »

(Burn Quanzar's Pigs, anthem of the former Republic of Deltaria during the quanzar Crisis)

«Glory, glory to the Bátory-Nádašdys Under them we fear no bloody wars And welcome dread disease We're only filthy peasant scum And serve on bloodied knees We're pleased to die in thousands Because we just exist to please The Sl'achta can whip us till we die Or lynch us from the trees The Otrok toils on Glory, glory hallelujah Glory, glory hallelujah Glory, glory hallelujah The Otrok toils on Glory, glory to us slaves under their gun We suffer all and every day And we're forbidden any fun We dance to genital electrodes In the bowels of Gulag One We're happy to be locked away And never again see the sun And we'll wash all of our pain away With pints of full-hop laudenum The Otrok toils on Glory, glory hallelujah Glory, glory hallelujah Glory, glory hallelujah The Otrok toils on Glory, glory to our fates so firmly set Pleasing our beloved Sl'achta Is the only pleasure that we get We arise every single day with the sun And work our bodies stiff and raw until sunset We spill our red krv by the gallon And stain their battlefields so wet We owe our lives to our mighty Sl'achta And we're desperate to pay our debt The Otrok toils on»

(The Otrok Toils On, anthem of the Dynastic Oligarchy of Deltaria)