The following is an altered rendition of the song Amici Miei, by the Italian band Amici del Vento

Goodnight to you, my friend,

tonight, its your turn to watch,

there in your country, unknown to me,

where you'll keep guard, there, for me.

Amongst the grain fields of Francia,

or the rubble of what once was Rome,

even if no one stands by your side,

remember, you will not be alone.

My Comrade, though the world may turn against us,

we will proudly, face that cruel wind together;

as the horde encroaches from the south,

trampling that which we have loved so true,

though our countrymen spit and curse us out,

know, the world hath hated me too.

The tide crashes harshly over the Occident,

bringing those strangers who so vilely,

in Francia, Rome and In Berlin too,

tear down that which father had built, for me and you.

Know, He stands over all, my friend,

Praying for you, in this final great hour.

There in your country, unknown to me,

Where you'll keep guard, there, for me.