When all around is ash and fire
When nothing lies before
Yet now, my friend, my sole desire:
With you, to charge once more

When flowers wilt, in crimson stained
When friends each take their leave
Yet still I find one voice remained:
Your swift and sure relief

See! How desperate is our home
Mark! How barren lies our land
Still, with faith I keep my sacred vow:
Here with you I stand

When all is done, our promised land
Shall see new petals fly
New paths we forge with scarrèd hands
Beneath this chain-less sky