Do not fall down when you are struck,
Strike back, or else lie in the muck.
For those you love, and those you serve
You must always summon the steely nerve.
Stand your ground, defend their heart
With every ruthless warlike art.
Against the demons, seen and clear
That flock, bringing troubles here
Do not give in, and never doubt
That you will work or fight it out.
Giving in is for lesser souls
That will never hold the champion’s bowls.
You will be hit, and absorb some blows
And take damage, God only knows
What you will suffer to stand your ground
And battle on, round after round
Against the dark, against the night
Raging against the dying of the light.
Do not go meekly into the dark
But let your spirit produce a spark
That lights a thousand other lamps
And inspires future champs.