Oh wind of despair,
Drift me away from all these sorrow,
Which I ever long to get out of me forever,
And bring forth what I had vowed.
I could no longer sent out tears,
Due to what had happen to me,
Yet still it gives me the fear,
Of what will become of me.
With this rifle I held,
With this proud uniform I swear,
I will fight until my last blood shed,
I will fight until I will fall without any despair.
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