I am a Solider of a Sacred Army, Sacred Land
I go into a troth for the honor of my Nation.
I am apt for a fight, no matter What.
I carry out the orders with great Zest.
I run, ya I walk, I’m a tireless Panther,,,,,
ardent for a Prey…..
I am A Solider of a Sacred Army, Sacred Land.
The Battle brings me to Spirit…
to the life of a Sapper, Ignites an inferno inside me….
The whiz of bullets prattles my blood….
My heart retorts the ignition, so do my limbs.
I Am A Solider of a Sacred Army, Scared Land.
I Play with the fusillade, O ya thats what you dread of..
I aim and I hit in chorus,,
I don’t jounce on a flak, neither do I recede…
I Requite withal a pit.
I exuberate with each triumph.
I Am A Solider of a Sacred Army, Sacred Land.
I don’t decamp on an incursion,
I fight to the end of it,,,,
Follow the epigram to do or die…
I synchronize my mind and body for the shrill effect,
a catalyst and a throttle to my stint.
I Am A solider of a Sacred Army, Sacred Land.
Take a tour of my physique, so burly..
Delve into my eyes, an edifice of precision.
Hack into my Heart, a quarry of scruples….
Inquire into my head, a fossa, of decree.
A machine as I am so veracious,,,,
I Am a Solider of a Sacred Army, Sacred Land.
I consign you the sleepy nights for my sleeplessness,
The missiles fly over my head sometimes flabbergast my senses,
But ya i have learnt to hold-on, and ingest the fear.
I snuggle-up my artillery and prime for an assult
I would conceit my Death to Battle rather to a disease.
I Am A solider, I Am a Solider
My Nation is Sacred so are my Colleagues