The morning dawn rose bright, Golden on these roads. We thought the night would never end, That there would always be this cold. We climbed from the ruins To see what remained. And one by one, we felt the sun And prepared to start again. We picked up the pieces From dust and debris; Was it truly worth the price Of this costly victory? But there was no time to look behind; We needed to rebuild. Braver deeds are still to come, And destinies fulfilled. Brighter days are still to come And we at last stand tall To greet the days ahead When banners fall. From our sacrifice, A victory for all. We are what remain When banners fall. A victory for all When banners fall ...