When we held the sweating blades of war,
crying for vengeance! vengeance!!
crying for freedom from yolk of burden
Crying for blood to quench the thirsty of dying land.
In cloudy war of freedom from slavery,
salacious men want to sabotage our tactics,
Revealing our plans to enemies.
Marching foots of cogs sound like thunder,
Breaking the cloud with a lightning blades.
Like a hungry lion,the grievance blades slashed heart of foes.
Blood spilled like a peaceful stream.
And souls of men lie across the suckling land
The blades sing no mercy! no mercy!
Long before I go for war,
we had been in a war against innocuous men,
Can we call it a victory?
We waged war against the innocuous mortals,
yet, Freedom becomes a dream to us.
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