Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Moonlight falls
I whisper a prayer to the heavens
Thou not need swerve the bayonet
Nor spray the bullet
I only request for one
Teach me to hate
Their infinite numbers
Outwit every one of us
The land and skies swarm with them
Their hunger and evil fill the air
Their numerous size tremble the land
Our men are tired
Our supplies are gone
We cannot hold longer
Against all of them
Angel of Lord, have mercy on us
Why art thou reduced to such a sorry state?
Death awaits us like a menacing lion
God almighty has forsaken us
We fight alone
But we will not fall
No matter what
Even when hope is little
For heroes live forever
We fight and die for our honour
Death looms before us
We shall not fear
For our honour we fight till the end

Cheers
Yan Han again
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