1. I told my companions when I heard the news,
Pray for Ura, the barren land of grief.

2. We set out to tear the rugged hills asunder
And drink deep the gentle wine that flows.

3. For us there is no laughter or music,
Only the howling wind and rasping cough.

4. When I arrived there on my steed
I forgave the bitter sorrows of time.

5. Kinship has wrapped both houses together,
So we are now as one family.