by Rósa Björk Kristjánsdóttir
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They came with gold and merchant sails
And built up cities, roads, and tales
From Charlemagne to noble Rome
The West carved out the world as home
It bled through war, and fire, and plague
Yet rose again with iron leg
It crowned its kings, it wrote its laws
It feared no foe, it paused no cause
But now the gates are open wide
And history weeps for wounded pride
For what once came with knights and creeds
Now crumbles fast through lawless deeds
The Gauls, the Goths, the Franks of old
Would not have sold their crowns for gold
Yet now the rulers feed the flame
And fear to even speak their name
Not by sword, but by decree
They hand away their sovereignty
And those who shout, “This must not be
Are branded traitors to the free
The banners fall in silent dusk
And marble cracks beneath the musk
But still the echoes stir the ground
Of men who once stood firm and proud
O Europe, bride of kings and clay
Will you awake, or fade away?
For if you rise, then rise in truth
And guard the grave of every Ruth
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