On the blood of our forefathers,
On the blood of our sons,
On the blood of our comrades,
We fight to defend, to win, to live, to save.
As a lonely bard,
composes an epic,
of an army of legends.
On the blood of our sons,
On the blood of our comrades,
We fight to defend, to win, to live, to save.
As a lonely bard,
composes an epic,
of an army of legends.
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