i have a desire for this life, a need to fulfill
for which i fight, even when i do not know if i am right,
too much of my brothren blood is shed,
and there is no greater good ahead.
what matters to me is my blood boils
of the tyrannies that wipes our glory,
by the treachery that stabs ourselves,
and to the shackles we are bound to.
no more shall i go with the flow,
intrepid, i stand and resist.
unto death shall i stand and fight,
to share the same land as my heroes;
noble and brave, in soul and heart;
departed; but not dead.