I was roaming in the streets of turmoil
Sauntering in the labyrinth of falsehood
Nestled in the feminine cloaks of hood-rats
When I suddenly stopped, in response to a voice
...
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.