There on the ride, It was all wide,
Spears and guns spread over the field,
which was mere silence before the tide.
My mates laid their wishes shouting the tales
of the shots they took for the dream
of safe heaven to their dears.
It’s prideful to be here, guarding the mother.
The blood pumped through the valleys,
for that sacred cause,
And the rhythm begin!
They were the protectors of the land
with no magic wands but their hand.
Their heart also played with them,
with the memories of loved ones,
But they stood strong and fought the smog,
It was now time to purify them above the soul,
and then came a champ roaring it loud,
” I will be the savior, taking the glory”
He pumped his fist and they went in the mist!