Swords make the men yield
On a desolate field
With no vision but the night
Careful not to crawl upon those individual frights

Those that say,
To save it for a better day
Underestimate the courage
You bring with just one motive

Standing upon the crowd
Chanting ever so loud
In the name of noble men
Who thrive for the ambition again

Darting with arms full,
"They won't escape the bull!"
It aviated across grassy paths
To show all those who turn the roaring wrath

But such of a warrior you stood,
Did what no man could
And flushed the darkness into its ditch
Only showing the light of it

Of all the strength and love that posses your heart
This war was not seen from the start
Though, you gathered the men
Gracefully,
Lending your hand to the fallen friend

Wars come and go,
But this is what you shall always know:

You are the fire
Igniting a homes ablaze even higher

You are the air
Having your essence everywhere

You are the water
Flowing freely through all slaughter

You are the Earth
The honor which gives our lives all of its worth

Though elemental creations do not suffice,
The mastery of the beautiful bull within you,
From morning
To night.