We climbed the mountains as days went by
many weeks we counted, flag hoisted high
and we thought of others who stayed at home
Cascadian brethren were not alone.
 
Grab my hand, march the path
across the land, be my epitaph.
Dawn—
Dawn of refusal, resistance and lore
Dawn of your god,  existent no more
 
Lonely searchers, we seek our foe
left by time, fate already sewn
no wish for glory, but death not alone
the flag-swathed are returning home.
 
Grab my hand, march the path
across the land, be my epitaph.
Dawn—
Dawn of refusal, resistance and lore.
Dawn of your god,  existent no more.
 
Take our favors of hazel and pine
this land is our blood, you will never die
not alone—
immortal in earth.
Raise your banner bloodstained with hope
sun and rain sacrifice, death feeding life
your gift—
immortal freedom.
 
Grab my hand, march the path
across the land, be my epitaph.
Dawn—
Dawn of refusal, resistance and lore.
Dawn of your god, existent no more.