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TOMORROW BELONGS TO ME!


The sands of the Gobi lie gold in the Sun
The Warriors and Herdsmen ride free
But somewhere a voice calls: "Move on, Move on!"
Tomorrow belongs to me!

Ride westward, my children, new pastures are green
Rich cities encircle the Sea
'Tis time for your Glory, so rise, and sing:
Tomorrow belongs to me!

The Outlands have grown too confused to defend
The West has her back to the Sea
The East and the Middle are weak from War
Tomorrow belongs to me!

Atenveldt weakens from internal strife
Caid is her own enemy!
And young Artemesia's a babe-in-arms
Tomorrow belongs to me!

The kingdoms they multiply crown after crown
From mountain to city to sea,
But each time they grow there's just more for us!
Tomorrow belongs to me!

Ride westward my children, we'll show them a sign
United we'll always be free!
The morning shall come when the world is MINE!
Tomorrow belongs to me!

Oh, Grandfather Tengri, come, show us the sign
Your children have waited to see:
The morning shall come when YOUR World is MINE!
Tomorrow belongs to me!




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Illustration by Janet Aulisio