We drink to our youth, and the days come and gone,

For the Age of Destruction is just about done.

We'll drive out the White Fang, and restore what we own.

With our iron and auras, we will take back our home.

Down with Cinder, the mistress of flames,

On the day of her death we will drink and play games.

We're the people of Remnant and we'll lay down our lives,

For all of our children, our husbands and wives.

For this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean

Of the beasts that have sullied our hopes and our dreams.