This poem is dedicated to the wind
This poem is dedicated to the moon
This poem is dedicated to the midday sun and the indomitable soul
This poem is dedicated to you
Laomulande
Crossing the dark stellar regions
Igniting the fire of revolution in the land of despair
He is like a key
Unlocking the lock of wisdom
Opening the door of freedom
Laomulande
Is also destruction
A sword slashing at the neck
Blood flowing like fire
A powerful will trampling on the dignity of life
Laomulande
Is he a god or a demon
Or an extraordinary person
He doesn't care
And neither should you
The weapon he has given you has already been forged