This is a voice that need not be raised to be heard
This is a sign so vivid that it will one day
Protect us from ostensible doom
This is a name so virtuous and just
That it will amend
The very path of antiquity
And reinstate us as victors
As we have always been victors
But had fallen under the dimness of despair
This is my ode
For the endless reign of my brightest star
It is my prayer for the health of my dearest brother Fazza
