1. The wilderness sees both dew and flowers
Its feathers ruffled, it's edge made sharp by the sword

2. One group's daybreak is lit by their deaths
While another's hopes have proven true

3. As if time in our hopes arrays them
Among the people, and in their lifespans folds them

4. When the swords bare themselves, wrath takes him
For he clothes them in the spirits of lions

5. Laughter takes him amidst the trembling on the feared day
And with blood from the blow, weeping takes him

6. Until the eyelids of the pagan hosts
Have shed their covers and lent them their pains