My sword red with stains.
Glaze then dew, under sun.
My bod with clot-cut,
More than strips on zebra.
Only for my country........
No seconds to cripple me, ...
Till i am in battle
Till heart beats,eyes open,
My sword "ll fling aspersers.
Only for my country........
If i be still,
My Lord, incarnate me again.
My head 'll be high,
My muscle powerful,
To again wage a war,
Only for my country......
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