And thus it has come to this
Enchained in the dark room at Longwood,
Forced to watch your own star fade and die
Under the auspices of an ungrateful world.

O what prodigious destiny you commanded!
Kings and armies lived or died unto your word
But here it ends,
Prisoner on this hateful British rock.

So many have betrayed you.
So many have deserted you.
You, who made them what they are
You, to whom they owe all they have.

Ils t'ont Ragusé.

And now you prowl the dark room at Longwood,
Brooding over the course of your existence.
Your far away memories, of those you loved,
Those you fought with, battles won and lost.

They may imprison the man
Enslave the body
But the spirit burns bright,
Far beyond the dark room at Longwood.