We are the young light
Ready to serve with our might;
Born to burn these shadows
Lurking around our meadows.
Our land is like a green spring
Shaded in three rich round ring
But alas! We drank from a pot
Of greed now threatening our cot.
Unity, truth we tend to abhor,
Yet we are born to restore,
We are the product of past mars
Yet we shall burn these scars.
We are the true blood of this land
Born and bred with honey at hand
This land shall know whole peace
Not as fragments nor peace in piece.
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