War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Song of the Nation (original version, free chapters, for book lovers who want to read and listen to the book)

Rise up, Hungarians, the motherland is calling!

It’s time, do it now before it’s too late!

Would you rather be a free man or a slave?

You make your own choice, that's the problem

To the God of Hungary,

We swear an oath,

We swear, we

No more slavery!

We lived as slaves to this day,

Even our ancestors have always been slandered;

They were free to live or die...

After death there is no resting underground in slavery.

To the God of Hungary,

We swear an oath,

We swear, we

No more slavery!

If anyone spares his small life,

Considered more valuable than his motherland,

When the motherland needed it, he refused to die in battle;

Then he is too mean and despicable!

To the God of Hungary,

We swear an oath,

We swear, we

No more slavery!

The saber shines brighter than the iron chain,

Wearing a saber is also very brilliant;

Today we are still wearing shackles and handcuffs!

Come here, our ancient saber!

To the God of Hungary,

We swear an oath,

We swear, we

No more slavery!

The name Hungary will be magnificent again,

Let it be truly restored to the great honor of antiquity;

We shall take an oath before the fierce battle,

To cleanse yourself of centuries of shame!

To the God of Hungary,

We swear an oath,

We swear, we

No more slavery!

Graves will be built where we fell,

Future generations will mourn and kowtow at the grave.

They chanted prayers of blessing for us,

Saying our incomparably sacred name.

To the God of Hungary,

We swear an oath,

We swear, we

No more slavery!