Songs Of The Peace
Rise! From your graves rise,
You sleep while your land cries.
Come get going, time is tight,
Not many more left to fight.
It won't change with tears shed,
It doesn't matter what is said.
These terrorist that have come to stay,
They are the wolves, you are the prey.
The soil with your blood is red,
Hills and vales where martyrs bled,
Yours is the most miserable of lives,
Sons, Orphans, Widows, Your wives!
Bodies everywhere and under the heap,
Your cherished liberty laid a sleep.
Your spirit is broken but in your heart,
The fire lives on that can start.
You on the long way back to freedom,
To win again your land and freedom!
So rise Peace Lovers, drive them away,
And in your conviction never sway.
Let’s swords of peace run red with the blood of terror,
And purge the land as after a flood.
