Tep Proyuth Lompeng Mekhea

In the heart of the wild, a warrior stands tall
With his long knife gleaming in the sun's golden sprawl
He moves through the shadows, swift and sure
A silent protector, fierce and pure

His eyes are sharp, his spirit bold
A guardian of his village, brave and bold
He moves with grace, a deadly dance
Defending his people with every glance

The best fighter, they say, with skill unmatched
In battle, his enemies are swiftly dispatched
He moves like a shadow, unseen and quick
Leaving behind nothing but a memory thick

A hero to his people, a legend in the land
With his long knife held firmly in his hand
He fights for freedom, for peace, for right
A warrior born to stand and fight

So raise a toast to the best of the best
For in his hands, his village is blessed
With every swing of his blade, every foe falls
The best fighter, protector of the walls.