The Storm

The storm is coming—
Where we go one, we go all,
No time for spinelessness,
No time for thinking small—
They tried their worst
To tear us down, my friend,
But it won’t matter anymore,
For in the end,
We will emerge victorious
Like before
And crush those devils
That usurped our land,
Restoring its full glory
Bright and grand,
That shines like beacon
In the darkest night,
Never forgetting the valor
Of our fight,
Never surrendering what
We were fighting for.

  September 4, 2025
--Alexander Shaumyan