The Military Academy Poem by Tengre Asasiun Gurun Tengre

Crossing the Hwarangchon, there's the other world.
On every year, it comes the new year,
The young guys cross the Styx for new world,
And drinking the water and forgetting the rear.

By the fire, they face the purification ceremony,
Like the sword they're hit by the hammers on the anvil.
Being heated and hit, enduring the agony,
They transform the new seeds located on white nil

And from dawn to night, they recite the nation,
They're newly fostered, by severe schedule,
To the shields against all kinds of the situation,
And do their best like the part of the module.

It's the reason that the enemies try to destruct
The school, and the Moon tried to burn to ashes.
But like the old days, they will lead to construct
The nation, it's smoggy, but the lighthouse flashes.

-Tengre