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Bill: revisions
Details
Submitted by[?]: Partidul Aristocraţie
Status[?]: passed
Votes: This bill asks for an amendement to the Constitution. It will require two-thirds of the legislature to vote in favor. This bill will not pass any sooner than the deadline.
Voting deadline: September 2924
Description[?]:
| what it says on the tin |
Proposals
Article 1
Proposal[?] to change The lyrics of the national anthem.
Old value:: Hark! When the night is falling Hark! Hear the pipes are calling, Loudly and proudly calling, down through the glen. There where the hills are sleeping, Now feel the blood a-leaping, High as the spirits of the old warrior men. Towering in gallant fame, New Endralon, my hame, Many a fierce battle gloriously won, Land of my high endeavour, Land of the shining river, Land of my heart for ever, New Endralon. High in the misty mountains, Out by the ghostly islands, Brave are the hearts that beat beneath freedoms skies. Wild are the winds to meet you, Staunch are the friends that greet you, Kind as the love that shines from fair maidens eyes. Towering in gallant fame, New Endralon, my hame, Many a fierce battle gloriously won, Land of my high endeavour, Land of the shining river, Land of my heart for ever, New Endralon. Far off in sunlit places, Sad Endralonian faces, Yearning to feel the kiss of cool clear rain. Where tropic skies are beaming, Love sets the heart a-dreaming, Longing and dreaming for the homeland again. Towering in gallant fame, New Endralon, my hame, Many a fierce battle gloriously won, Land of my high endeavour, Land of the shining river, Land of my heart for ever, New Endralon.
Current:
| Luthorian: The people march, the people march! They march, they march! Though foe may try to break them, With mighty swords in hand, They march - they march! As the pelican soars above, And the bear rules in the forests, They march - they march! The people march, the people march! They’re marching to the song, The song unsung in everyone, That beats within your blood, They’re marching to the song. The people march, the people march! They march, they march! They march for Queen and Country - they march for everyone! |
Proposed:
| KIZANIAN: Deşteaptă-te, Kizână, din somnul cel de moarte, În care te-adânciră barbarii de tirani Acum ori niciodată croieşte-ţi altă soartă, La care să se-nchine şi cruzii tăi duşmani. Acum ori niciodată să dăm dovezi în lume Că-n aste mâni mai curge un sânge des războinici, Şi că-n a noastre piepturi păstrăm cu fală-un nume Triumfător în lupte, numele patriei noastre. Priviţi, măreţe umbre, Mihai, Ştefan, Corvine, Kizâna naţiune, ai voştri strănepoţi, Cu braţele armate, cu focul vostru-n vine, "Viaţa-n libertate ori moarte" strigă toţi. Preoţi, cu crucea-n frunte căci oastea e creştină, Deviza-i libertate şi scopul ei preasfânt. Murim mai bine-n luptă, cu glorie deplină, Decât să fim sclavi iarăşi în vechiul nost'pământ. ENGLISH: Awaken thee, Kizanian, wake up from deadly slumber The scourge of inauspicious barbarian tyrannies And now or never to a bright horizon clamber That shall to shame put all your enemies. It's now or never that we prove to the world That in these veins still flows the blood of warriors And in our hearts for ever we glorify a name Triumphant in battles, the name of the homeland. Behold, imperial shadows, Michael, Stephen, Corvinus At the Kizanian nation, your mighty progeny With arms like steel and hearts of fire impetuous "Live in liberty, or die" that's what they all decree. Priests, raise the cross, as this army's Christian Give it liberty and it's sanctified scope We'd die better in battle, with honorary glory Than live again enslaved on our ancestral land. |
Debate
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| Vote | Seats | ||
| yes | Total Seats: 750 | ||
| no | Total Seats: 0 | ||
| abstain | Total Seats: 0 |
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