Hidden in the bush,
Camouflaged in the snows;
He defends his goddess,
From her vicious foes.
Abandoned by sleep,
Abandoned by homes;
These valiants care nothing,
And stay in chilling white domes.
Optimistic is he,
And plucky is his sight;
Can gaze upon the beast,
And gives it a vicious fight.
When summoned up by death,
Knocks it’s door in no time;
But when summoned by cupid,
Dismisses it’s summon: for he considers it as a crime.
Let no-one sing song of your bravery,and song in your pride,
Let no-one lament upon your sigh;
But for always you will remain in our hearts,
As a valiant: Who for his mother did Merrily Die.
