Wounds of war chiseled deep,
In parched veins of a blood drenched form.
They read of battles,
The valiant fought.
A faithful witness,
Of gallant heads,
Those bowed to none of the tyrants’ gang.

How many slashes of the sword they bore,
Those tore apart our defenseless chests!
But rebels to the Pharaohs hordes,
Cared not of how they fell.

Blank plaques standing tall over graves,
Read tales of valor, none could erase.
And in the hush of these nameless tombs,
Fearless whispers of one night,
Shall raise the final battle cry,
And our dead shall then rise again.