Farewell to all our Independent fame, farewell each free world's glory,

Farewell even to our Browncoat name, so famed in martial story,

Now lanterns sputter dim at frontier Rim

and Core city lights blaze gaily,

To mark all allied and unified

for a horrible price in a valley.

What ere now could not be done

by tyrant guns or stranger

Is wrought now by our feckless own

who flew past fields of danger,

My faith and friends so met their ends,

alone here, dying daily,

And we still fight in our dreams each night

for what's left of our souls in that valley.