When the deep of the darkness
Triumph on the men
The wise ignorance
Will prevail on the dreams

The fight for the poor peace
Will be totally in vain
The bloody conflicts
Will cause despair among the nations

In the hour of the supreme affliction
Will we have faith enough?

The fragments of the violence
Will reach the good men as well
Horrors of the destruction
Will discourage the creatures

The sound of the war
Will hurt broken hearts
The plagues will desolate plantations
Until the last grain of hope