Sons of Soil

Sons of Soil

Dark fate crept in guise and stole our Sun,
Scattering slavery’s penumbra,
A nation was enslaved to suffer.

Some wild mad yet brave sons rose from dust,
Displaying boisterous attitude,
To rescue her twilight from abyss.

Orb we tread was once blood soaked, where now,
Warriors underneath convalesce,
Walk softly, let fallen be asleep.

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