I stand.
Back against family; a human shield.
Feet firmly planted on homesoil
|Dirt dark with ancesterial remains|.

I stand.
Front towards future; a human sword.
Hands clamped tightly around the jugular veins
|Of any threat|.

Invade from neighbouring lands, or distant worlds
In the outskirts of Outer Space; you all stop here.

I protect
With the selfless ability
Of man
Alone.