Fight on, my friends, fight on!
We must slog on; though tired, unresting;
the time for pain is gone.

The battle’s long, our soldiers wan,
each battered, bitten limb protesting.
Fight on, my friends, fight on,

For don’t you see that with the dawn
our vict’ry song will rise, attesting,
“The time for pain is gone”?

See the truth: our wands are drawn;
we’re doing more than just suggesting,
“Fight on, my friends, fight on”!

Dementors flee a shimmering swan;
with white it fights their vile detesting.
The time for pain is gone.

The Lord above looks hereupon.
His light within our hearts is nesting.
So fight on, my friends, fight on;
the time for pain is gone!