Before night is yet morning my body awakes
Of coming battle excitement hath take
Wordlessly mounting
For we knew ourselves well
We offered silent prayer:
Our foe shall see hell
The men stood abreast
A sturdy good lot
Determined they were to put an end to the rot
They outnumbered us plenty
Ten to a man
More plentiful weapons
More experienced hands
But we had one thing to wipe the smug from their sneer
For where there is strong purpose
There is no fear
Whence they sounded the charge
Hooves pounded like thunder
But as we connect it is they who go under
For where there is freedom
In thy heart and thy mind
Victory is certain to all but the blind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the lilting rhythm to this piece. Well done!