1. Awakened by God's grace,
Revived by gentle breezes,

2. They embraced duty and shunned
The ways of jest and amusement.

3. They are lions poised to pounce,
Free souls roaming the wild.

4. Their heroes ride the backs
Of raging winds unfurled.

5. They dragged the trains of darkness,
Its gloom their cloaking veil.

6. With faces lit by the first
Rays of dawn's smiling hail.

7. To death, thirsty, they returned
Beneath the spears' shadows pale.

8. Bandages and wounds they bore,
The marks of wounds that flail.

9. Their throats by blood were healed,
The blood that swords exhale.

10. Valour brought them fortune's boons
Won with open-handed hail.