Remembering our most glorious days Recalling worthy exploits of our lineage After losing and fading our most sacred work, We had paid all the costs, from our falling time There are the days they'll wrest everything of this place, Full of peace and fullness Days with no light Glory without gratitude We are the ones who waited 'Til the end of time We never asked for another chance in life We should have known that it probably Would be our last opportunity Hold on, oh god, could you take me? Could you save me? Now it's time to die, To die where our parents resting Despite the pleadings, you'll gag me, But I'll kill you with my tied hands The end has been withdrawn forever We are the ones who fought against the fire; The fire consuming the last nation of light, The fire is getting across, across our great nation of loss Now the fire is running like a fluid inside me No one is able to sing the anthem to our ancestors We should have known that it Probably would be our last opportunity We left the glorious days; now, the wire is around us We might escape from this tragic place, Helped by the vengeance The present is not what they promised