Whatever the strength of our foes is now,
Whatever it may have been,
This is our slogan, and this our vow--
They shall not win, they shall not win.
Though out of the darkness they call the aid
Of the evil forces of Sin,
We utter our slogan unafraid--
They shall not win, they shall not win.
We know we are right, and know they are wrong.
So to God above and within--
We make our vow and we sing our song
They shall not win, they shall not win.
It rises over the shriek of shell,
And over the cannons' din:
Our slogan shall scatter the hosts of Hell--
They shall not win, they shall not win.
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