Through the harshest winter|our hearts were free from fear|not many men can find|the strength we had inside|as we raised our banners|when the our foe drew near||In fields that bore no crops|in orchards burnt to ash|homestead turned bunker|stand fast, not all is lost!|so the foe was routed|our cries they rose above||Hungry and twice-bloodied|black hounds set on our track|even though outnumbered|denied them the attack|our spirit was intact|the night, she took us back||Old mother how we weep|our loss can never|do justice to your deed|your home, field of honor|you endured unbroken|a victory in defeat