In the realm where the dragon doth dwell,
Roars resound, as the peaks they do tell,
Of the tempest born 'neath the shadowy eaves,
A sea-dragon's dance by the land of the leaves.
Lo, a falcon of war in the eastern clime,
Doth rain down the fire in soothless rhyme.
Four brave hearts to heaven's halls ascend,
In Binyamina, wailing winds wend.
In Ukraine, stern winter her mantel unfurls,
As the Bear bites mercilessly, in cruel twirls.
A plea for aid from the star-striped land,
Yet the scepter's hand, it doth hesitate to extend.
