In every vein of ours,
There are drops of zeal and fervour.
In which roars triumph,
And this roar will place the skies before our feet.
Dare cease our storm of dreams,
Dare cease our flight of ardour,
Dare cease the fire in our eyes,
For we are audacious,
And sparks ignite our audacity!

Whatever we ought to possess,
We will purloin it before their eyes.
Their delusion of vanquishing us,
We will entirely annihilate.
Come what may, we won't tinker,
The shade of hubris over their head,
We will completely blemish.
Dare cease our storm of dreams,
Dare cease our flight of ardour,
Dare cease the fire in our eyes,
For we are audacious,
And sparks ignite our audacity!