Forgotten Martyrs

Forty fathoms forward now
With swords shining bright
Thirty thousand able men now
With hopes in their minds

Rumbling gallops marching forward
Eyes sparkling in the dark
Trying to cast away the foreigners
In castles on their mark

Charge! Said the leader
Form a ferocious crusher
And the crowd blew the horn
Spirit elated so high

Destroy screamed the soldiers
Clinked the swords to form a thousand sparks
Breathe the fire
Flaming arrows through the sky

Forming a parabola
Piercing their retinula
Gushing he blood out
Beneath the carambola
Leader smoking the panatela

They, forever relentless
Fought for our land
Amidst all the blood they sacrificed
Rise from the ashes
Now is the time
Now is the time, forgotten martyrs

Rise, forgotten martyrs