اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Lift your head
Raise the dead
Love abound the bi-motional peace
Won’t you sever empty dread
Come play with me instead
Count the truth a terminal release
Dancing sorrows were they fall
None sooth’s but win the soil
Go into battle drawn with all the sea
For the waves will turn you o’er
The wind will blow you more
The land will roll the last out in you and me
Our children bathed in blood
Who will howl for their home
The history books may victor written be
My bones will shake with gall, get carried with their hoards
Remember all that you have been
Our children bathed in blood
Will howl for their homes
Their history book may victor written be
