Martyr

Donno why

Eyes that were dry

Now, moist, swell 

Tears ready to roll

Tell myself, well

No, not now, behold

Time to recourse

Replan and avenge

Not one amiss

Deep, take plunge

Bring Dance of Death

all who earned my wrath

not  someone who cried

Am Soldier with pride 

Hail motherland 

Kill those bad seeds

Who in our soil

Breed like weeds

They Shalt not live

Another day in peace

My friends shall sweep

Them all like breeze.