If one day we share the solitude
And darkest hours we spend,
Not drown ourselves into this mood,
Not frown nor cry we should.

And if our thoughts carry away
The mind into reminiscence,
We shan't forget what wise men say:
That memories come back each day.

It will not matter that the sun
His light will dread to show
Cause our fears must be stunned,
Not hold us back nor make us run.

How treacherous the storm may be
And hard to be passed through,
Our faith will not be ended here:
Through sword, till death, to victory!