The Sons Of Valiant Blood

We are the sons of valiant blood with a past crowned with glory, and that richness is still ours to build a brighter tomorrow for others who will come after us and thank us: many didn't give up their swords so quickly, but in their quest: they boldly encountered the threat of death and continued their journey! The scariest, tenderest young boys and girls needed a caring mother through darkness to stop their shivers from relentless fears and visions of blustering cannons... while their brave dads fought the heartless invaders; growing up in a colonized land was the reality they faced, but losing their identity was worse than losing their lives: who would let their valor be washed away into a sea of old which saw young soldiers dressed in blue aiming their rifles? We are the sons of valiant blood, the warriors who defend a kingdom devastated by the will of a vainglorious lord whose only intention was to destroy, pillage and kill; and such a cruel king was thirst for gold, blinded by his own cruelty, became the fiercest bull! And the invaders tried to erase memory from humble souls that weren't willing to put down weapons and surrender, and the invaders rode sturdy stallions spreading terror: horses neighing and screams rising to the bluest skies; oh, even in death they invoked the names of their beloved: united and unseparated as one honoring their strong bond! We are the sons of valiant blood that dripped on meadows and squares, where fragile women were raped, brutally murdered and exposed nude to avenge the rebellion to their regime of violence: they choose death over the freedom they promised with a falsity they perceived as questionable lies: why be silent and let the victor continue his insolence? Come to our tables abundant with food and wine, our generosity has the warmth of the sunshine; these lands saw the grit of a valorous people in stride who defended them with noble gallantry and true pride!