Two go in, and one comes out
Asking, "What was the cost?"
With doors sealed and hatches locked,
The blood can't mix with frost.
An echoed glory of ancient riches
Stripped mines have empty veins.
All the unfaithful shall be reminded
Of their freedoms truly feigned.
So let us raise voices in solemn praise
Let blessings fall on our head.
And when our enemies fall to treachery
Let them cry, "THE ...