We are ones to be tumultuous
Soul rendered with darkness;
We are dearth -living at all;
Our hope dwindles,
Heartless people rendered for death,
I say, OH no dearth of joy is bestowed,
I am tighten heart and spot-stretched (HOPE)
GLORY for shining upon warship,
That’s my ballad indeed, warrior
Power of righteous can be either good or bad.
You can’t pass trespasses without doing them.
My last chapter and verse in war and tempestuous days.