Cry No More Son

The blood river will turn back white Lilies will overcome river surface Fish will make river their abode The cloud will cry in love Cry no more son Stretch not your lacrymal son Our days of joy is come Our tale will make the book of history Of our agony,though great will be late(dead) Our pain,a flame buried in dark Cry no more son,we have won Our elegy is gone,Requiem vanished Cry no more The trumpet of our elephant will go loud; Break ears,make world talk like a crooking frog The leaves will speak of rain and fog Cry no more son,a new song is come Cry no more,your mates are come The war is gone,the field is yours Make river your ball,play in dark and hunt; Kill,catch games of all sort Cry no more son,we have won Our days of pain are gone