glimps u saw so as i
A glorious stars on this heavy sky
he is the pride of his nation's mother
the martyr the leader of mystical convoy
the esteem is sheilded always by
a promise made for a siege to lie
he is the pride of his nation's sister
dont u mourn dot u sigh
the enamy is familiar with the privilege of thy
irony courage,the passion so high
he is the pride of his hostile power
considers a fortune to be a spy