These are the words
that made our home.
These are the songs
that flesh our bones.
The stories
that make
our warriors take
their lives out on the road.
The fires that burn
to keep the cold
at bay on a winter’s night.
A tale that’s told
of a battle old,
to keep us brave in fright.
A song that’s sung
when the time has come
for us to join the fight.
These are the words
that will be heard
and sung with all our might.
With fire and steel
we shall appeal
to God in His endless sky,
that he might deign
to write our names
in The Book of Eternal Life.
On fields afar,
in a smoky bar,
in a city far from home,
God give our hearts
the strength to part
to forces of our foes.
Let our minds be shrewd
and our fears be few,
and our grip on our weapon strong.
Let our aim be true,
and swift to do
what we must
as the battle roars on.
Let our luck be good,
and we do as we should,
so that peace and freedom thrive,
and know it was these
that we fought to appease,
when we get to close our eyes.
These are the words
we’ll speak to our brothers,
around the fire
when we’re old.
The tales we’ll tell
of our days in Hell,
and the cost of flesh and bone.
How we prayed for peace,
how we fought to be free,
how we raised our voices high.
These are the songs
that we shall sing,
when it’s our turn to die.
This is the peace
that will never cease,
as long as we keep strong.
If we grow weak,
then the words that we speak
might be another battle song.
HG – 2020
