We used to be a force to be reckoned with
We used to be strong enough to counter every attack
Whether it be thrown by life or fellow lovers
We were strong enough to fight against them all
...
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.