Undying

How can you fear death, when you know the land which makes river of your destiny, with its vast fields, streams, and beauteous trees, require your fair sacrifice. You fear not to die in enemy's hands, which you've already conquered with heroic symphony heard across the globe, sufficient valor to last a century. They may bomb and raid your cities but can never conquer them -- perhaps they know that now and one day will beg you for forgiveness.