The desire for sacrifice is now in our hearts We shall now see what strength there is in the boughs of the enemy. Hey country, Why is no one speaking to each other? Whoever I see, is gathered quiet in my party... O martyr of country, of nation, I submit myself to thee For yet even the enemy speaks of thy courage The desire for struggle is in our hearts... When the time comes, we shall show thee, O heaven For why should we tell thee now, what lurks in our hearts? We have been dragged to service, by the hope of blood, of vengeance Yea, by our love for nation divine, we go to the streets of the enemy The desire for struggle is in our hearts... Armed does the enemy sit, ready to open fire Ready too are we, our bosoms thrust out to him With blood we shall play Holi, if our nation need us The desire for struggle is in our hearts... No sword can sever hands that have the heat of battle within, No threat can bow heads that have risen so... Yea, for in our insides has risen a flame, and the desire for struggle is in our hearts... Set we out from our homes, our heads shrouded with cloth, Taking our lives in our hands, do we march so... In our assembly of death, life is now but a guest The desire for struggle is in our hearts... Stands the enemy in the gallows thus, asking, Does anyone wish to be sacrificed?... With a host of storms in our heart, and with revolution in our breath, We shall knock the enemy cold, and no one shall stop us... What good is a body that does not have passionate blood, How can one conquer a storm while in a shored boat. The desire for struggle is in our hearts, We shall now see what strength there is in the boughs of the enemy.
Posted on: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 11:56:00 +0000
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