From hateful grudge of epic brand
The final battle shall commence,
When twilight falls upon the land,

The common Muggle may ask why,
What made a man to be incensed?
From hateful grudge of epic brand.

Baby Harry, he would not die,
Protected by his mum’s defense.
When twilight falls upon the land.

And now Dark brutes attack him by
Vindictive spells and their defense,
From hateful grudge of epic brand.

No single person can deny
The gruesome carnage is intense,
When twilight falls upon the land,

But through blood and sweat and cries
The wounds will heal in ages hence.
From hateful grudge and epic brand,
When twilight falls upon the land.