We, the fathers of sovereign stand,
do leave our will under firm command.
The legacy for which we bled,
Our children, live the life we led.
To you children we leave this all
take it dears and do stand tall.
As we retreat to graves of lust,
do rejoice over what we left, the dust:
-A land marked with lines of chalk
-A path of war on which you could walk
-A bloody history in the books
-Rivers of industrial hooks
-An anthem which we seldom sung
-A conflict born when even we were young
-Pride and love for those who rule
-Hatred to your neighbors cruel
Rejoice O children, in this noble share
this is our will, inherit take care.
Make of your nation what you must
and fight, for the dust is still our dust.
Under the Blessing of Our God, Signed and Imposed Your Fathers of Old