The Lush lawn wails
The wall-ears bear the hearing
But falling on stone-ear thunderclap from tusk
Because the burden on your feet is a
stamp of death
a feet of Zuma pounding
Like pounding yam
The duel!
The Amazon! You roar; No retreat no surrender; calling for peace with amulets.
Thou bull! Thou Spartan ghost!Thou roar!
Thou young Spartan soldier
Thou defeated the Philistine giant
And the shackle unchained
And the pheasant flapping flapping
Thou are both elephant
And you can perish us
By your stamping feet
No winner no vanquish
Thou elephants!
The coat of arms is elected in your badges
Embedding in the nucleus
Of our unity and progress
Stop the macabre dance
The music is pin in our ears
Use your sword to wade off enemy
While hoisting white flag
On my cozy concave
In a periscopic glass house
I saw many red eyes piercing
Surrounding inferno
And burning bridges of conscience
To fight duel is dual casualties
Is the Moto and emblem
Of no profit of return
Even by the swear of Victory
Let the fire hoist its flag on mountain
And the vapour of its smoke
Continues gathering farther
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