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...And the once infected mind
goes out of all routines
this fresh air, the purity
would even make the grass daydream
mountains in the land are conjoined
And food's odor will make us gone

"Here's to this noble man
Who hates world's enslavement
And prays to us for freedom,
Who belongs with this brightness
And travels through our kingdom."

Hear, the ground cracks and shakes
across the oceans.

Set the sight beyond the mountains
Enemies quickly approach
They feel no fear and look with disdain
They wear a phantom mist within shadows.
A sudden battle begins
And grass turns into battleground
So they will see who really commands
The invasion of the north

Give the man an iron helmet
We've got to stop their plague!
-But our man has run away and hid
Inside an outdoors cave...

Impending fight now is over
We are the bearers of torches and triumph
Blood is on the swords and shields
All the plagues are dissipated
The taste of victory is such
Such to feast for!

Our wheat and corn
Shine brighter everyday
Our water well
Brings cleaner water hence
Free and weightless
Light and life we inhale
Healed and pure
We are made to assail.

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