Those who know how to fight and how to die
They walk the lone path holding their head high.
Those who do not heed the talks of others
Those who listen to others yet follow their heart
Neither they are afraid nor do they stop
They walk the lone path holding their head high.
Trouble dies at their feet
They fly fearless with the wings of faith
Neither they stop halfway nor surrender
They walk the lone path holding their head high
They get up since the weather is a temporary
They know how to fight it out
Neither they fear storm nor they fall asleep
They walk the lone path holding their head high
They make dreams come true
They know how to make the history
Neither they fear night nor the darkness
They walk the lone path holding their head high