It's a day to celebrate memory of the past victories
Our people are the children of war, a sad generation
Waiting for a peace, holding it in highest esteem
But we are ever vigilant against complacency
As ever as we are vigilant against the new fall
We raise the chalice, toast this great repast
It comes with great cost, memories renewed
“A festive din now rose and echoed through the palace halls. Lighted
lamps hung from the coffered ceiling rich with gold leaf, and torches
with high flames prevailed over the night.” Virgil
