O, tyrant!
you always wish to defeat us
in every game we play
there will come a day

When we will pull
the reins of mad winds
we will fly
the chariot of moon
accompained by stars
we will come
to take you with us

From foggy islands
to the land of golden hopes
we will play
the same old game
with new fronts
we will bent you,
we will win!

parveen tahir

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