Into the fray they march,
Onto the icy fields
To make war for their Creator,
And the might He wields.
A Mountain Rose, they fight for,
A Mountain Rose, their life,
Against a perfidious foe and cold
To reclaim their fief.
Miles to defend, miles to roam
To bear the burden of Death.
Entrenched on the slopes of icy extinction,
Chill pervades each breath.
Yet, Will vanquishes adversity,
And hope springs anew,
When fervour goes beyond verbosity,
Favouring the Brave few.
Into the arms of Fate, they march
With only Allah and perseverance,
Only to destroy a heathen hope
Of obliteration and abject adherence.
Ice pink with what was crimson,
Immolation for a Mountain Rose.
Martyrdom is a Heavenly reason
On the white petals of the Mountain Rose.