Dripping in tears, the scars of the past are unbearable,
No more shall we lose ourselves to anger and drown in hatred,
Our blood cries from the grave with the message of sadness,
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.