In The Light of the Setting Sun (Anchurian National Anthem)
From the wide plains
Where ancient folk raised stone,
South we're rushing
To praise the great art is shown
Far from our childhood town,
We head to the unknown.
'Round the world by any means,
Our Journey ever long.
From the harbor
Where man fights bull for prize
South we're shipping
To skies with hints of spice
Far from our childhood town,
We head to the unknown.
'Round the world by any means,
Our Journey ever long.
From the deserts
Where sand is all we see
South we're heading
To lands where woods roam free.
Far from our childhood town,
We head to the unknown.
'Round the world by any means,
Our Journey ever long.
Far from our childhood town,
We head to the unknown.
'Round the world by any means,
Our Journey ever long.