“A land without ruins is a land without memories – a land without memories is a land without history.”

The martyr band That hallowed our land With the blood they shed in a tide for us?

Some reckon their age by years, Some measure their life by art; But some tell their days by the flow of their tears And their lives by the moans of their hearts.

Do we weep for the heroes who died for us, Who living were true and tried for us, And dying sleep side by side for us