Wars are wage for victory
Victories are achieved to create history
in the end history always wins
Hidden deep in those pages of history;
Draws a giant bigger ten-times the sky
Perhaps in the face of the future
Efforts were made as the giant approach
Today we ought to surf!
For tomorrow we won’t be here
Now! heard voice of myth
Every memories has hundred years of life
Tomorrow will be a nightmare
Mealies comes in it’s great discomfort form
Something that never forget you never leaves you
The new world runs by the old wars
This is our story
It will go on forever with no end
By the end of the dawn, our flickering lights arose….
Come on come together;
The tears, if happiness in the eye that comes from a wounded heart
Tomorrow will be a nightmare
Even after we achieved victory by completing the sprint
Is our destination still left to be reached?
This is our story…
It will go on forever!
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