The wings of the heroes
Flutter above the battlefield,
Shining victorious lights
Upon the enemies' power.

The losers, without might,
On their knees, begging for mercy.
Broken arsenals, bent gun barrels,
Buried in the bloody tears, forever lost.

The sound of victory echoes and vibrates.
The nation, the colors of triumph
Flying high above the dead.
Peace and freedom . . . at last return home.

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