"Xairete, philos synedroi. Before we begin our topic of the day,
let us mourn the passing of Maroneios."

Stern-faced, such was our Basileus.

Mourning, for Maroneios. He now becomes one with the gods,
for he died a martyr's death, in the name of Zeus and Alexandros.

A noble Makedones he was. Truthful faith in the Fatherland;
Granting death to every foe on the battlefield.

"May his immortal beacon show the way,
for we shall step forth, seek glory."

Torn to pieces and burnt by rioters, pillagers, looters.
Back by Barbaropolis gold. Unclean filth,
purged with great vengeance they were.

"In his memory, we hoist our xiphos high into the clouds!"

"ALL HAIL MAKEDONIA!!
In memory of Maroneios.
ALL HAIL MAKEDONIA!!"

The death of a loyal, honourable hellene, is such a sad thing.
Pella weeps for him.
Makedonia weeps for him.
Hellas weeps for him.
O Maroneios.

"May the traitors burn eternally,
may Hades give his divine punishment upon the unclean!"

Nobody weeps for traitors.
Not Pella,
Not Makedonia,
Not Hellas.

Their rotting shells, exposed outside the gates.
Too lowly a feed even for the vultures.

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to be continued