~Cresent…Verse 1~
17th sacred moon
The day the differs
Truth or false
313…against threefolds or more…
The One prays first
Others went to fight
The sahabat went to fight
Came back
Still he prays
He went back
Fought
Came back
Still he prays
For our victory
If we fell that day
We would not be today
Then the Holy Leader went
Getting ready
With glory
Strenght of heart
It was all that matters
Not weapons nor numbers
On his three sides
The Death Bringer
The Bringer of Rezekh
And the Leader of them all
Only those who are allowed to see
Can see
And layers of thousands
Holy wings were ready
Only this war
They fought
Weapons from Hell
They weilded
They aided us
Tis such a long story
This verse
Let us stop now
And continue next time…
If it is allowed…
Those who participated…
Those warriors…
Heaven for them
It is certain
No doubt about that
~Yonjyuunidaime~
