Fierce: the overcoming doubt-roar sounds, Echoing fire of dark-drenched shrouds. Crushed we fall, yet still hope clings, With last-breath whisper our victory sings, “You will hear our silent cry, You will rise and lift us high!”
Sure: your overcoming-doubt roar sounds, Echoing fire of light-burst crowns. Your presence encamped as bronze surrounding, Vict’ry song streams from your mountain, “I have heard your every cry I arise. I lift you high!”