I am desperate for a peaceful resting
From the exhaustion of nursing this electric surge tugging through my soul
Every strike invokes a hounding feeling of scornfulness
It is just too strong to calm
...
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.