Though, in time we must make haste,
let not our hearts be trouble -
nor our minds be lost.
Only faith can help us now.
Through dangers untold,
and hardships unnumbered,
we have fought to gain our ground.
Let it not be easily taken,
for the battle was not easily won,
We charge ahead, to the gates of hell,
though heaven is always sweeter.
To break the curse around us,
all comfort is left behind us. |