Fierce: the overcoming doubt-roar sounds,
Echoing fire of dark-drenched shrouds.
Crushed we fall, yet still hope clings,
With last-breath whisper our victory sings,
“You will hear our silent cry,
You will rise and lift us high!”
Sure: your overcoming-doubt roar sounds,
Echoing fire of light-burst crowns.
Your presence encamped as bronze surrounding,
Vict’ry song streams from your mountain,
“I have heard your every cry
I arise. I lift you high!”