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