Be the sharpest arrow
Or be you not at all
And when you strike the furrow
Hear the bugle call,
The heat that fills your blood
And the heart who pounds your head
Like the Kings before you led
To their foes, and foes to them are dead,
A heart once for you spilled over
His blood held high in battle
And past death did not surrender
This is truth above all other,
My brother, spend your days in war
When the day is done and your blood is shed
Only then will victory be had
Above your death remember,
Only one heart, and one way