Shot down, on their spotlessly clean foreheads they lie, For the sake of Cresent what suns are setting, O God! Hey Soldier! Who has fallen on the ground for this land! It would be worth their while For our ancestors to descend from heaven
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Gelince Haber VerShot down, on their spotlessly clean foreheads they lie, For the sake of Cresent what suns are setting, O God! Hey Soldier! Who has fallen on the ground for this land! It would be worth their while For our ancestors to descend from heaven