The serpent you called bride.
We part. Our ways are far henceforth.
Henceforth our speech is with spears,
I curse you not. Strive on for your prize
Till the last thick darkness covers your eyes
And the voice of the dead Republic cries
Forever in your ears.
Follow your foe o’er land and sea,
River and bush and stone!
When the end has come to the weary race