Beneath the sullen moon,

Pulling in the Love of Life:
Its gift ne’er comes too soon.

Before our King, we followed suit,

And found our hearts in others.

In chambers kept in bone afar;

These people are my brothers.

Tied to them, those barely known;

Yet feeling years of kinship!

Each secret felt in bosom’s box:

The greatest chains of friendship.

Bound in love under Nation’s laws,

We take care of those among us;

In these halls the love doth flow

And the strongest notion of trust.

Safe Haven and Nation, together they join,

And here I feel accepted.

To grow and give in Love and Life,

A family ne’er will I be found rejected.