Leaving behind a legacy broken By unloyal worms whose names need not spoken; The green of our home a swift-fading shore. In Nominae Patriae
A vessel in rot with planks cracked and creaking: Within festers plague infecting our weakest The fire in our heads burns forevermore
Mem’ries of our fatherland: Flame imperishable Mem’ries of our kin who’ve died Remain in our hearts, thus we raise up our glass
Drink, drink, drink to your dead For our pride and their glory and things left unsaid Drink, drink, drink to your dead For our pride and their glory and things left unsaid
Months have now passed: our numbers diminish To heave or to haul th’remains of the vanquished? There’s valor within our comrades no more In Nominae Patriae
A well-knowing glance exchanged among kindred, Whose hands fly to hilts, whose eyes burn with vengeance. “Cowards we’re not: resteer, then, the course!”
Mem’ries of our fatherland: Flame imperishable Mem’ries of our kin who’ve died Remain in our hearts, thus we raise up our glass
Drink, drink, drink to your dead For our pride and their glory and things left unsaid Drink, drink, drink to your dead For our pride and their glory and things left unsaid
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