See with thy frightened eyes
Where i find no malice.
Peace does thou bring,
For which violent has to cling
Sacrificing thy creation,
By guarding thy nation.
On staying upon the border
By standing with thy leg harder.
On those chilly night
Thou showst the killing might!
But upon a triumph, stays there a gloom
Even after thy doom.
And thus thou go martyr,
Where all seeks you as their dear.
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