Where are our dragons to be slain?

Where are our lands to be conquered?

Where is our honor to be found?

The battles we face are of trivial ascent

We scrounge and scrape

Holding fast to the fading belief

That the storm will cease

 and the Sun will shine

We dig our heels in the mud

with back bent, we push slowly forward

only to be thrown back to where we started

where are our dragons to be slain

where are our lands to be conquered

where is our honor to be found

With our backs bent, we push slowly forward

Only to be thrown back to where we started