Here in the city gates,
Mighty men of an army resides.
To guard the wall of their forefathers wealth.
Here they stand day and night,
Alert to keep the enemy out.
Here our hero stands,
A living mirage of dignity, astound of foreign land.
Mighty coiled, but extends her hand.
She vowed to protect the land,
And the rights of every humanity.
Surplus she gives of all human needs,
To give each a better aid.
Harbor of dignified walls,
There our people will stand.
Let’s remember who built this land.
Conquerors from the east to west,
They shall not stand,
For this land is made,
Where the mighty hand of God rest.
And he will guard the city gates.
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