Hope, it fades, in dark of night,

No longer gleaming, joyous and bright,

Slowly, surely, all of the land,

Will fall into evil hands.

Flee from home, even cross the seas,

Do not morn, and do not plea,

Run from all, forget the land,

That’s falling into evil hands.

Death will come, swift and sure,

This fate is one no soul can cure,

Forever leave this hopeless land,

That fell into evil hands.