"And words of a thousand songs Will not embrace days of glory When we rise" Forests of banners march We will give spaces to winds Gardens to deserts Estates to the wolves This river Accursed is flowing from hills In its mission - unbroken
In its purity - eternal Like tyrants returns Like old kings tragedies But rulers die at a twilight Among the stars The gates of pupils are open Thus In purity we will serve To start our reign One dark day