The Land I walk upon is not my own if I take a look around many walkers walking the ground
Sometimes, someone sticks a flag into the ground and then shouts <<The Land is our own! no more walkers walk from abroad>>
walking, walking the Land walking, walking the Land
But the Land we walk upon is not, is not our own if we look inside our veins blood of walkers like a river, blood of walkers like a river, blood of walkers running forever the Land