I know a man who risked it all
And laid life on the line,
Not for greed or profit
But to awaken his own kind.
He asked for nothing in return,
Save a willing ear;
And when but few would listen,
He shed a mournful tear.
The partisans are few it seems,
And in the shadows lay
In wait for those whose evil deeds
They must in time repay.
While few are willing to embark
On such a journey bold,
Fewer still have the heart
To make the story told.
Of Race and Faith and Kin and Blood
And time that's running out,
From a dungeon cell alone
Through darkness, fear and doubt.
This man I know is one of those
Whose courage can't be measured,
His Fourteen Words wrought of the heart
Are tempered, timeless treasures.
And in the end if all his songs
Upon a deaf ear lay,
The beauty of our people
Could surely fade away.
I know this man who gave his life
For Race and Kith and Kin;
Our duty for his sacrifice
To rally, fight and win!
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