Let us not fear though
They’ve fire as we have been
Witnessing in the last years of military
Campaign fires daily giving birth to ashes
Yesterday, they‘ve fire
Today, they’ve ashes.
We’re not different or better from them
Our fathers and brothers who are soil in the soil
We shall multiply their years of campaign
With thousands fold times thousands fold years
Of diabolic campaign if any dog doesn’t leave our land
Money can’t get lost or stolen
Land can’t get lost or stolen
Man can’t get old or die
Land can’t get old or die
Land is important than man
Man is born on land
We are ready to die for our land
Good enough
Our women and girls
Shall kiss cowards alive in sexual deprivation and
Shall kiss brave dead tombs in great love
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