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Take no shock as we quiver in such trembling
As blood hunting critters, applaud our woeful quivering
By fiendish fireworks and guns souls bleed
All for a dotty tenet; an eerie greed
To gratify such unwholesome belief
Hence, stir souls dispatch; re-occurring grief.

When honey becomes unsavory and peace sees her demise
When bereft of hope, that no sermon sufficed
In berated fierce, we charged our chief lord
upon their terror obliterating our hopes,with its ravaging flood.

Bewildering! Their schemes, somewhat startling
From northerly point, our walls are falling 
With tears and death breaking brittle bones
Upon the spear of torture, we depart our homes
By their nefarious ambition, our faith abates
As rainbow wanes, abattoirs grew in rates
Nowhere on earth is safe, not even this cave
Their onslaughts drenched our being, so to early tomb our dreams we gave.

They invade our land in hellish rage
With countless ruins, blood curdling carnage	
So upon the rumbling rise of these evil hermits
The inferno of gruesome war we shall inhabit
If our chief security compromises our safety upon death threat
Then all out, we shall fight even with chocked breath
To the chief lord, anticipate the imminent fall of Niger wall
The bridge built by ancient sweat will crush by internal brawl

We shan’t in feeble courage watch our brothers’ burn like grass
Nor shall we crave another dirge upon uncouth arson that claimed a mass.
Tell them and their Godfathers ’’in-quote’’
When we invade their land; to ashes we shall swerve their worth
If their fierce is dreary, then our fierce is fierce
their soulless souls shall our ravenous swords pierce

let them retreat, and relinquish these gory riots
Else we assail their land with our chariots
Then Niger shall know the words of war
These daemons shall we damage, with their pious hearts and furs
But to curb this imminent war, shall he rise
To nail their souls on the path of demise	
Then by their own hands shall they shed their blood
Restless! Their wailing spirit shall have no abode

Else we by their blood bind them,
tonight shall be the last for our nations anthem.
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