The silent ageless oak tree,
the river running strong,
the mountain set against the sky,
the sweet melodic song,
the storm that rages wildly,
the faith that never alters,
cannot compare with a warrior's heart
for his heart's strength never falters.
The oak may be cut down,
and the river may run dry,
the song will end, the storm will break,
but a warrior will never die.
Their memory lives on, eternal;
their spirit guides us through;
their courage gives us hope:
brave warriors, ever true.