Lost like vict'ry, death unto life: hold back the wars of years run through.
How we felt loss of warriors bold--suffered for us, ag'ny undue.
Forgive us our sins and wash us clean. We'll take the worst only from you.
Yours is the war, ours is the fight. You are the faithful, we the untrue.
postscript
DFC day eight. The Magali Shairi. Not super easy to transfer into the English language. But still pretty enough.