Songs from the Hanseti

[Draeris 3124]

SONGS FROM THE HANSETI

 

The Hanseti are a people familiar with strife and the loss of their homeland. Through these battles, those had prevailed had written songs in remembrance to their sacrifices, as much as their hopes for the future.  House Barclay has ensured that the original scrolls of these songs remain safeguarded, and its contents known, so that the newer generations among us will never forget.

 

These songs have been translated from old Reinmarische Hanse sprache, and therefore may have lost their poetic qualities that they would carry in their native tongue. Because these ancient tongues are no longer widely spoken, it was deemed essential to translate them for its accessibility to Hanseti commoners. More songs are expected to bet translated from the preserved Hanseti scrolls.

 

The Fire of our Nation

Our freedom and rights that was stepped on by them

We don’t even hope for mercy

All we want is one thing: Hanseti liberty

Even if you press and choke my neck, I will shout: Hanseti liberty!

 

For freedom we come together as one

For each other, we become stronger for one and another

In the sky the Haensi banner raised up high

We shout without pause, Hanseti!

 

There is no one that can stop us

We raise the Haensi banner up high as we say liberty

Neither pressed down or snapped

Afraid? Never! We will never step down

 

Firing up the spirits of our fellow allies

Resisting with all strength and skill to overcome 

I will never lose again! I must overcome this!

 

Raise your cups

For the expected liberty

We salute to our country

Hanseti resistance 

(AVE)!

Hanseti restoration 

(AVE)!

Hanseti success

(AVE)!

Hanseti liberation

(AVE)!

Hanseti nation 

(AVE)!

 

If you do not care about your own body and home

There is no one to care for you

If one’s own nation’s people do not save their country, who will?

That’s called the responsibility of its owners

You must carve these words in you

So that even the smallest mission is being worked on with all you’ve got

That is called loving your country

 

There is no one that can stop us

We raise the Haensi banner up high as we say liberty

Neither pressed down nor snapped

Afraid? Never! We will never step down

 

Firing up the spirits of our fellow allies

Resisting with all strength and skill to overcome 

I will never lose again! I must overcome this!
 

Raise your cups

For the expected liberty

We salute to our country

Hanseti restoration

(AVE)!

Hanseti success

(AVE)!

Hanseti liberation

(AVE)!

Hanseti nation

(AVE)!

 

Let us all say AVE HAENSE

(AVE HAENSE!) 

 

The Blood of Our Root

GOD BLESS the Hanseti!

We are natural when we are free

It’s a wonderful thing to be natural

I don’t know how natural it is to show off what you have

 

GOD BLESS the Hanseti!

Because of their desire to be barbaric and their hatred

I’m the one who’s been trampled on my right to freedom

When you and I are equal

The precondition is that we free ourselves from where we stand

Now that I can do what I want in my land

Remember that our breathing root is not dead

For now good has to be a threat to evil

Peace comes after, peace is my spirit

Don’t forget the legacy of our common ancestor

 

My home, which is restored forever. 

Yes, my hometown

It’s going to be the way it was

The soul of the movement

The bloodstained soil of my beloved root

The sovereignty of my house is only to you and me, not to them

Let’s show them the meaning of shouting Hanseti Liberty

 

They’ll never take away our land again

Step on my nation’s soil till it gets on my trousers

They’ll never take away our land again

I want my trousers covered with our dirt

 

From Gaius, Mirtok to Andrik and Saint Karl, Haense as the heart of mankind

Our centuries of history is directed not by them

But by the blood of our patriots

The cry of the century creates the present

A step forward to a new 100 year Hanseti reign

 

You and I have to be together

It’s a cessation of peace in the struggle

We only have the power to create or destroy

It is our eternal wish that we are free and peaceful

This isn’t it about them

Don’t try to trap us in their past mistakes

Our vows are to fight, as much as a step towards the heaven of tomorrow

 

My land today is fertile to be obsessed with yesterday

By the blood of our fallen patriots

Remember the past centuries

Remember that the next centuries depend on our shoulders

Now let me know

That you will remember that this all used to be ours

 

They’ll never take away our land again

Step on my land’s soil till it gets on my trousers

They’ll never take away our land again

For their final hour will be ours 

 

Drowning In a Past Sorrow

When you walked into this foreign city

With all your broken dreams and desires

There were all kinds of faces, reminding you of the enemy

Yet no one could remember your face

 

After three rounds of drinks

You hid in the tavern corner

And insisted on signing the bitter songs

Even though your voice was drowned out by the noise

You pick up your flask and say to yourself

 

One toast to the scorching sun

Another to the cold moonlight

Rousing my passions

And turning my assiduous life into something more

Thus, I soar against the wind without turning back

Unafraid of the pouring rain in my soul

The materializing mist in my eyes

 

One toast to my homeland

A toast to its distance

As I protect my kindness

Urging myself to mature

The road to my home no longer endless

My spirit no longer in disarray

 

One toast to tomorrow

Another to my past

My shoulders become broader

As I have to support my people

Although I never believed in nobleness or pervasiveness

Life in painstakingly short

So why must we waste it on fixed complacency

 

One toast to freedom

Another to death

Forgive my past failure

Clear up my confusion

 

When the day breaks

We always leave carelessly

Clear headed men turn out to be the drunkest

 

When the day breaks

We always leave carelessly

Loyal men turn out to be the foolhardiest 

[MadOne 4945]

“Yes I like.” Says peasant man.

[Endovelicus 613]

"This kinda slaps tho.” Says a youth. 

[kipps 726]

“this fire, but this ain't **** compared to Straight outta Sutica” Mike said to Dixie

 

[yopplwasupxxx 5946]

Cetibor reads the songs during his stay at the Reza tavern, “My, what a fine translation! I wonder when there will be more in print?”

[KeatonUnbeaten 1103]

“Fine songs, written for a terrible country. It is forgotten too soon, Marius’ betrayal of his Adrian kin and the degeneracy of his country,” remarks Harold.