Eight candles stand where light was dimmed,
This fortress marks the spot.
The enemy smashed while hope, not dashed.
A small wick burned brighter than thought.
Eight candles line the victory band;
These days where faith stood strong.
To not forget, this time is set.
In carolling this standstill song.
Eight candles speak so loud today,
And listening, we must hear.
Captive we may be, we must hold on till we’re free.
Oh Festival of Lights, shine clear!