If eyes upon you are friend tonight
relax in arms that will hold you tight
for soon the red dawn of war will come
and death's march will claim the lives of some
but never give up the fight
As dread of battle when blood feeds gore
arise and stand to history's lore
while those before watch from stars afar
be brave as swords descend to scar
but never give up the fight
And when the nighttime finally calls
never fear the scepter’s hand that falls
for you rose to face the mighty foe
and proudly stood to fend all his blows
never giving up the fight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem