If u follow me to war
Echoes of our valiance shall tiptoe montane tops
Liken to the Warriors of old
Tales of unending valor
If u follow me to war
Fret not for the morrow
Even in death, warriors are gods.
'Oh, what a great man he was'.
A lyrical dirge sang through ears of time.
If by the morrow we die at war.
And our bodies relax amidst fallen men
We would have died for a cause
Meeting with the ultimate end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem