Love of the Warriors Foe

"Amidst with triumphant creed,
The battlefield is like a kind of piece to play with,
Stumbling and running through the war zone,
Waving every triumph at hand to defeat the enemies world.

Stumbled and yet ready to killed the evils world,
Swaying up high and revealing every weakness,
Shaking every tandems that will make in vain,
Creating all holes to show the weaknesses that enemies gained.

Triumphant and victorious with the love that abides,
The flaming triumph in the hands of the warriors hand,
Chosen as the greatest and most lovable one,
That was bestowed with the spirit of true love.

Reigning in the battlefield with the anointment to defeat all odds,
A chariot that will destroyed every senses that the enemies world,
Glorious sword of the weak and the restless,
Shield of great armor to protect the innocents.

In the depth of the battle of life and death,
A warrior never loses hope and see always victory,
With the love that came from those people who believed,
With the spirit from the Almighty God to win against all odds.

Warriors love never die inside the battlefield,
The chosen to win against all odds always win,
Without any doubt when the restless and the weary seek,
With the greatest fear in God they always defeat the enemies."