Free from the peril of home;
mind and body forever grow tall;
Half a boy no more;
sword in hand at war.
Creepy beings behind the wall;
let the king answer the alter call;
Men of blood and hate;
guard the realm with utmost faith.
A day of misery;
how did we all miss it? ;
Moon light flows through our swords;
the sky shall become blurred with blood.
A night crawler;
defies divine orders;
Snows of blood;
melt away with wrath.
Brave we stand;
for good of the King's hand;
Men behind the wall;
ready your fierce swords.
Ghost blood;
decipher the bond;
Fresh pale skin;
a strong martyr's sin.
Owls in the night;
peer through our eyes;
A dark cloud rises;
our eyes have seen the darkness.
Men behind the wall;
listen to the King's call.
Men behind the wall;
fight on with great awe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem