Blood-stained grounds, corpses laid to rest,
Warriors sing as they march toward their death.
Lives lost, souls departed—a brother, a son—
Fallen heroes, while a father fights on.
They chant their song, defending their nations,
Ghosts of the past linger as death accumulates.
In wars and hope, forgotten in shadows,
The sun blazes down; the night chills in trenches,
Fighting for their lives in solemn salutation,
Flags held high, symbols of dedication.
Wars raged on, men fell, never knowing when—
The sky blazed crimson, the ground stained with dread.
The night cloaked in darkness, the moon shining bright.
Bravery weighs heavy on proud, burdened shoulders,
Yet scorned for the toll of lives lost in the fight.
To live, to die, to be honoured,
While saluting the country’s flag.
A nation without soldiers,
A nation without wars,
A vision of peace forever out of reach.
Salutations to them,
Salutations to their countries,
Salutations for the heroes
Who have fallen during the warring days
