Alas bright dawn yet eager dawn,
Celebrate what thee partook
For lads those of the barren groves
Will soon take what time hath took
Reach for thy heart ye crippled hand
Chill my blood run cold
Beware the long of the golden lyre
Fear not thy plague of old
Let Destiny be thy gravest sin,
A sin of righteous art
A path of pain and pain we lay
Upon which we soon depart
Narrow eyes and pleasant ties
To link chain to chain
Around and around we must go
Until Fortune tell we meet again
