The sound of the majestic universe, of the wondering heights of human pulverisation across the land of mist and lowered clouds.
Through out the mountains and wide fields of our land's joy and prehistoric laughter of the unborn children, that reside thou to the untold destiny...
Beneath the remains of the ancient kingdoms through the wisdom of Makedon, the one and only protector of the soul of the macedonian existence...
May the land carry on our tradition, by the words of our commitment with ourselves...
Long live my people...
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