Dawn of Anguish

The people have not stirred

We are abandoned by those who still live in fear

The people have not heard

Yet we will not abandon those who cannot hear

Let us not waste lives

Let all the women and fathers of children go from here

Drink with me to days gone by

Sing with me the songs we knew

At the shrine of friendship raise your glass high

Let the wine of friendship never run dry

If I die, I die with you