Comrade Florio

In the streets of the Republic, where the traitors raised their hand,

Comrade Florio stood fearless for the New Order's sacred land.

Pro-separatist scum and alien thugs attacked him from behind,

They shot our loyal brother — left his blood upon the ground!

Florio! Florio!

Martyr of the pure!

COMPOR rises higher — now the vengeance shall be sure!

Florio! Florio!

Your blood will not be lost!

We avenge you, comrade — at any cost!

They thought they could silence us by killing one so brave,

But from your fallen body rose a thousand fists upraised.

COMPOR took to the streets with fire in our eyes,

We hunted down the killers — made the traitors pay the price!

Florio! Florio!

Martyr of the pure!

COMPOR rises higher — now the vengeance shall be sure!

Florio! Florio!

Your blood will not be lost!

We avenge you, comrade — at any cost!

Alien filth and separatist dogs learned their lesson well,

When COMPOR's wrath descended like an unstoppable swell.

We smashed their hiding places, we broke their filthy crew,

For every drop of Florio's blood — we took ten traitors too!

One comrade fallen...

A thousand more arise!

Florio's name is written

In the New Order’s skies!

Florio! Florio!

Eternal in our fight!

Your sacrifice has kindled

The purifying light!

Florio! Florio!

We carry on your flame —

COMPOR avenges always —

In your holy name!

For Comrade Florio!

For the New Order!

For the Standing Committee!