Engulf not your mind with fear to fall
Be brave, focused and wave off
The trembling torment
In raging storms, be calm but strive
To push ahead
The fear of shame renews your strength to infuse worthy fame
Fix your eyes on things that are profitable
Not excrescence things of life
That will besiege thee with pains
And make you fall and fail in life

A destructive satanic roaming beast
Fear of the unknown, the past, fellow mortal
Fear of failure and dainty hunt the weak in spirit
Fear him who can kill the soul not flesh
Destroyer of many years of struggle
It nurtures failure with a confused mind
And welcomes intimidation to dwell
It grips the strong to drag its bravery
To the stinking mud
A hater of greatness
The monster that dwells in the heart of men
Free from the dragons that enslave thee
Free not at the sight of a witch
Grip firmly with boldness your shield
And buckler from the creator to
Crush its root from the carcass to ash
The weak seek for comfort on its shoulders
Comfort of doom
A great man is reduced to nothing
Toss a strong man been around to speak lies without shame
Smirched the wisdom of the Aged to speak like chameleon
Let not our soul yield to the deadly monster

It sends the weak to early grave
Before their time with mere news afar
Close your ears not to hear evil news
Lest you be consumed
Put on the armor of faith from him above
To fight the monster that wants to swallow your destiny
Wage war against its cohorts infused in thee
Chase with boldness, wisdom and weapon from, him
Above lest you be devoured by the beasts
Renew your spirit
Instill not the words of monster in the mind of Gallants
That fight to save our Land
Fight not on flesh to live.