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Who will become the lord of Svani’s stubborn soul?
He will not bow to the tiny beast, fierce and whole.
A Svani will not place the yoke of a master’s reign,
For the traitors swore their oath by the Cross, in vain.
The enemy army stands at Ifrali and Mijvrish,
To the beautiful Khalde, they fire cannons with wish.
A hail of bullets strikes the ranks of Murkham’s might,
The tower is broken, yet it still holds the fight.
Forty men are fighting, five lands join the war,
But battle, ah battle, always means something more.
Soon the moon will tire, with poison it will bend,
But heroes of Khalde still fight till the end.
With Chargazi and Momi, they stand side by side,
The ancient tribe never surrenders its pride.
For they believe in freedom more than all else,
Swallows cling to cliffs, seeking refuge in wells.
And the brave Khalde cry, their battle fierce and loud,
While the village, bloodied, is shrouded in a cloud.
And the tiny Khalde fights, with the strength of five lands,
For battle, ah battle, has meaning in their hands.