Like this could be your last fight,
Better fight right.
Put flight to the ghosts of the night.
If this was the last of me they see
May my enemies bury me.
Remember me as he who lived by the fighter's creed.
Fight like it was my last breathe of freedom.
Come on, like we'll never again sing the victory song.
For our freedom, we fight on.
Like we'll never feel the wild one's heart again.
Oh the pang in our heart - the pain.
Fight like there's nothing to lose, all to gain.
This could be your last fight.
Don't run like a creature of the night.
Take aim, let the arrows of war take flight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem