Ropes of hunger tied millions as one

Blades of plagues thwarted millions as one

Now blind goes the father, for deaf is the son

Now guilty lies the murderer, for death the innocent won

Now weep does the mother, for all that has been lost

Now sing does the pauper for all this age has cost

Now pray does the sinner for what he valued most

When the eyes of a serpent are blinded with fears

When the flames of a war are drenched with tears

When the murderer hears many unspoken a word

When the pauper hoards many unfound a gold

When blades of a million are swung as one

When hearts of a million are wrenched as one

When the blinded father sees once again

When the weeping mother laughs once again

When the dead are reborn with courage and valor

When the melody of immortality is naught but a curse

When hark cries the eagle, and hark does the blade

When prithee begs the coward, and mercy shows the slave

When a thousand stars shine the blasphemy of night

Then, only then, shall we see – a dawn in twilight

-Ayah Gouda