Drink To Your Dead

Leaving behind a legacy broken
By unloyal worms whose names need not spoken
The green of our home a swift-fading shore
In Nominae Patriae.

A vessel in rot with planks cracked and creaking
Within festers plague infecting our weakest
The fire in our heads burns forevermore.

Mem'ries of our fatherland:
Flame imperishable
Mem'ries of our kin who've died
Remain in our hearts, thus we raise up our glass.

Drink, drink, drink to your dead
For our pride and their glory and things left unsaid
Drink, drink, drink to your dead
For our pride and their glory and things left unsaid.

Months have now passed: our numbers diminish
To heave or to haul th'remains of the vanquished?
There's valor within our comrades no more
In Nominae Patriae.

A well-knowing glance exchanged among kindred
Whose hands fly to hilts, whose eyes burn with vengeance
“Cowards we're not: resteer, then, the course!”

Mem'ries of our fatherland:
Flame imperishable
Mem'ries of our kin who've died
Remain in our hearts, thus we raise up our glass.

Drink, drink, drink to your dead
For our pride and their glory and things left unsaid
Drink, drink, drink to your dead
For our pride and their glory and things left unsaid.

Drink!
Drink!