Children of my days, living prodigies,
Blessed with wit, by the Lord Almighty
Amidst the poor city, through sin is cursed,
Entwined his warning we’re summoned
Amidst the dark where we stand,
Here is the battle looms
The combat against fraudulent,
Through wisdom we’ll coup
For as the eagle sees food from afar,
So as we despite the dark,
Envisions as hope of the future sprout
Arise oh youth, march with thine heart with raging fire
Such courage lies on you, innate however numb
Silent courage once waken is supreme
Same as pony serene in pen
Whose spirit is loud in the valley once freed
Like a soldier in a battlefield
Clothed in the armour of valour and strength.
Arise oh youths, his mighty warriors,
Come and yell in audible chorus
For courage is innate, and wisdom is indeed sonorous
Don’t you hear, don’t you see?
The vineyard where wine overflows?
Arise oh youth, the land is ready
And victory awaits in the hands of the Lord
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 4:05 AM UTC
Children of my days, living prodigies,
Blessed with wit, by the Lord Almighty
Amidst the poor city, through sin is cursed,
Entwined his warning we’re summoned
Amidst the dark where we stand,
Here is the battle looms
The combat against fraudulent,
Through wisdom we’ll coup
For as the eagle sees food from afar,
So as we despite the dark,
Envisions as hope of the future sprout
Arise oh youth, march with thine heart with raging fire
Such courage lies on you, innate however numb
Silent courage once waken is supreme
Same as pony serene in pen
Whose spirit is loud in the valley once freed
Like a soldier in a battlefield
Clothed in the armour of valour and strength.
Arise oh youths, his mighty warriors,
Come and yell in audible chorus
For courage is innate, and wisdom is indeed sonorous
Don’t you hear, don’t you see?
The vineyard where wine overflows?
Arise oh youth, the land is ready
And victory awaits in the hands of the Lord