Warrior in the grave
How art the mighty fallen?
Your soul remains brave
Even in mourning season
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I wake up filled with confidence each day
With no much time for me to play
Always trying to make hay
Before any opportunity goes away
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Our nation has been infected with the virus corruption
Hindering it from fulfilling its future ambition
It has been destroyed beyond redemption
With no hope of having good people in the nation
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It has been sixty eight weeks
Yet feels like sixty eight hours
Death ended your life streaks
Taking away our bonding powers
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The people lament
Why this great torment?
Why this cruel treatment?
Could this be the final judgement?
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My heart profusely bleed
Where is my true love?
I miss our joyful deeds
My emotions remain unsolved
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Queen Of Souls
Warrior in the grave
How art the mighty fallen?
Your soul remains brave
Even in mourning season
In life we treasure you
Your love we still reminisce
In death we are proud of you
Your feats still luminesce
To us you were a treasure
In you we found our hope
Your help we can't measure
Why is with you death eloped?
I remember how you smiled
And our gloomy day faded
How your wonderful style
Elements of hate never raided
Your words was our fortress
Your loving heart our pillar
Our burden you caressed
Memories of you remain stellar
Your laughter was captivating
It roars with so much dignity
Even in pain very excruciating
You continually taught us unity
Your beauty was next to no other
In nature's delight you revel
Your kindness was without border
In the storm you strength didn't shrivel
Adieu the queen of love
In time memorial you will still exist
Welcome the queen of love
From following us you will never desist
The day you kissed the earth
The sun wept bitterly
The moon dripped sweat
The stars glittered sparingly