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.