Whether the sun shines bright on us
Or whether torrid rains should fall
We will fly this bloody banner;
We will heed its rallying call:
Hold the line...
What would you sacrifice?
How strong would you stand
To face what lies ahead?
To answer this demand?
We'll tip our spears with broken bones
Sew skins into the sails
Our bodies burn from cannon blasts
Come what may, we cannot fail!
Brace yourself for the coming storm
With arms and weapons raised
Our glory shall be born of fire;
We will set these skies ablaze!
Hold the line!