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invocation.
Clap on clap, down-crashing,
Clatter crowd on crowd,
From Venetia's dungeons,
From the Roman shroud;
Clatter crowd on crowd,
From Venetia's dungeons,
From the Roman shroud;
From the graves of Poland,
From Germania's plains,
From the death-pollution
Of imperial chains.
From Germania's plains,
From the death-pollution
Of imperial chains.
Feel yourselves as brothers,
Dare to think ye free;
And in dust will shiver
Thrones of tyranny.
Dare to think ye free;
And in dust will shiver
Thrones of tyranny.
Like night's phantoms, with'ring
'Neath the glance of dawn,
Kings and priests dissolveth
Your full-flashing frown.
'Neath the glance of dawn,
Kings and priests dissolveth
Your full-flashing frown.
