The sun bleaches out of the horizon
I see stars in a crimson black
Fiery eyes of the monster I see in me
I know I have to win
The sound of the nature
You hear as the bird’s clamor
Bringing down to the symphony of bliss
Flowers bloom with a morning kiss
Rise, rise, my soldiers rise
Rise, rise, till the dried leaves fall
Rise, rise, feel the victory in you
Rise, rise, and all turns so evergreen
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