Ode to an Amaranth
The flag that signals our victory
Is splattered with the blood of our history.
The flag is red in color; nobody notices the stains of dolor,
But only the cheers from the distillery.
Our fallen soldiers, our fallen priests,
A hundred noble souls lost to the claws of beasts
Must never be forgotten. They must never be forgotten
As long as the sun will rise, the moon will shine, the wind will blow across the skies.
So here are some words to those who had left us.
Those who fought strong, those who stood braver.
Your blood became the swords we forge, the air we breathe, the light we chase
And your hearts became an amaranth, a flame that blooms forever.
