maon dychiorant eu hoet bu hir
mor dru eu hadrawd wy
angawr hiraeth
nyt mab mam ae maeth
neb y eu tymhyr nyt atcorsan
gwenwyn eu hadlam

Daybreak holds more pain and sorrow
Than you'd think the light could bring
You and I must die tomorrow
Of our dreams no one will sing

byrr eu hoedyl
hir eu hoet ar eu carant o gyvrussed
gwraged gwyth a wnaethant
uawer mam ae deigyr ar y hamrant

Behold my foolish pride

He who holds a wolf's mane without a spear in his hand
Has a bold spirit under his mantle

Daybreak holds more pain and sorrow
Than you'd think the light could bring
You and I must die tomorrow
Of our dreams no one will sng
For every hero ever famed
Died a thousand more deserving
But we'll never sing their praises
They were not deemed worth preserving