Rise up

Rise up


When the cowards become heroes,
The poor and the rich clap in cheers,
The fist of the dead were always surprising,
Seeing them rise in one and one thousand,
They are the raging warriors of the angry tribe,

The dead are not dead,
They're the one who have kept mute despite the loudness,
They are the one who have endured pain despite the comfortability,
They're the one who have endured the glory of today for tomorrow,

Rise up! The army of the dead,
You're none but the undefeated warriors,
You're immortal to the long whips of failures,
You're stronger than the armies of the living,
Rise up! Now the armies of the dead.


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