Perhaps I'll bid farewell and never to return, can you comprehend? Do you understand?
Perhaps I will fall and never to rise again. Will you be forever waiting?
If it's to be so, grieve not, the flag of our Republic has our blood-stained glory.
If it's to be so, grieve not, the flag of our Republic has our blood-stained glory.
Perhaps my eyes will shut and never open again, will you understand my silent emotions?
Perhaps I will sleep forever, never able to wake up. Will you believe that I have been transformed into mountains?
If it's to be so, grieve not, the soil of our Republic contains the love we have given.
If it's to be so, grieve not, the soil of our Republic contains the love we have given.
If it's to be so, grieve not, the flag of our Republic has our blood-stained glory.
If it's to be so, grieve not, the flag of our Republic has our blood-stained glory. Blood-stained Glory.
From Bloodstained Glory - Wikipedia.