It is in the blood

Of man to be noble,

Taken up by youth

To stay a course

Towards glory,

For the promise

Of freedom.

We protect our own,

Beloved one,

To declare our

Defiance of death.

And as the battle

Cry resounds,

Courage build

In the chest.

But shattered hearts

Bleed too many tears.

Taste of

Divine redemption

Gives way to

Sunken eyes,

Screams at midnight,

Engraved honor.

Flounder in the past.

Blood sings off-key,

You can't

Defeat a legacy.

Or forget a

Mercy never given.

Stand beside me,

Beloved one,

Sword poised

In salute

To misery and glory.