Lied · Hell's Rebels
Ave Barzillai
Loblied der Getreuen auf Paracount Barzillai Thrune, eine Nachdichtung von „Rule, Britannia!“ (Text: Paizo, Hell’s Rebels). Als Fanfare am Anfang jeder Folge der Hell’s-Rebels-Zusammenfassung. Musik und Stimmen „KI“-generiert (Suno).
When Barzillai first, at His own command
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
And His loyal servants sang this strain:
“Ave, Barzillai! Princeps Orbis!
Rebels ever will be slaves!”
The nations, envious of His might,
Must, in their turns, to weakness fall;
While He shalt flourish strong and bright,
The dread and envy of them all.
“Ave, Barzillai! Princeps Orbis!
Rebels ever will be slaves!”
Still more majestic shalt He rise,
More dreadful, from each foreign stroke;
Mighty Barzillai holding up our skies,
Alone and strong as our native oak.
“Ave, Barzillai! Princeps Orbis!
Rebels ever will be slaves!”
Barzillai they ne’er shall tame:
All their attempts to bend Him down,
Will but arouse His generous flame;
But work their woe, and His renown.
“Ave, Barzillai! Princeps Orbis!
Rebels ever will be slaves!”
Barzillai's is the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine:
All Thine shall be the subject main,
And Thy sister's love none but Thine.
“Ave, Barzillai! Princeps Orbis!
Rebels ever will be slaves!”
The Gods, jealous of Thy voice's sound,