cold lonely night
stars all shining bright
i hope u feel all right
after such a bad fight
which you have fought with might
Oh, how is your plight
i hope your soul feels light
just like a kite
let it fly to a great height
for your death a heroic sight
till the end you fought for whats right
for the death of martyrs will bring light
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