My eyes cannot see defeat;
I do not think I can retreat.
Even when impossible to defend,
I believe I’ll fight to the end.
The odds have never favored me;
don’t bother asking ‘how can that be?’
In all these years I have fought,
a loss I have known not.
In these battles, it’s win or lose;
I’d pick the former in your shoes.
Victory means on some, death will fall,
but defeat means death for us all.
Yes, I know that sigh;
some will always die.
But they have performed an act of theft,
and for that, I have nothing left.
I know their sight is a daze,
but I will fight to the end of my days.
I have no reason to ask you to fight;
It is probably suicide, though quite a sight.
Please, fight for me!
For freedom and for glory!
We’re all destined for the afterlife someday,
So I ask you, for just this once, to stay!