Ambush in the Sun
Ambush in the Moon
Ambush in the Front
Ambush in the Rear
Roaring-fear rocking fiery skies
As blood cascading torrentially
From the faces of  rough cliffs
But we have sown in tears
On the fertile soil of destiny
Made by the Hand
That rocks the Cradle
Our sacrifices shall speak
In thunder at the portal of glory
Our harvest shall come bountifully
In vindicating glory assurance
Surely rain of glory shall fall in glory
And petals of harvest shall boom
As blooming petals of a glorious dawn
In meadows of eternal splendour.