Triumph

Never say die, oh the valiants!

The gardens await you,

Never say die, nor shall you rant!

Rivers of joy await you.

So endeavour and glide high,

Your sword the thunder, your shield the sky 

They, wise men, they never say die!

They rage, even with their throats kile,

They, pious and steadfast men, got even the lord to smile,

Emotions exile,

Your courage extends, from the Ganges to the Nile!

When affliction hits, they fall on faces,

No hopelessness, no such traces!

The Cavalry will rise again,

Blood, sweat and tears will huddle up gain.

The horses' fronts elevated,

Lavishings served belated.

When the mountains rage and the skies cry,

Never say die, oh the valiants, give it a last try.

Stars shall glow and the flowers shall bloom,

thus, the shoulders shall widen and the soul shall groom!

The light will prevail,

And the night will bail

Never say die they cry, with their faces pale 

A journey yet to begin, a new tale!

Never say die, Never say die.