There’s a man, on a cross

He’s endured suffering, and loss

His people, they do pray

For his mercy, one day

 

We have heard, of the Devil

He is cruel, and unlevel

We seem him, as fear

Cruelty, sheds not a tear

 

As long as there’s death,

There shall be an everlasting breath

To our saviors, we sing

Our eternal king

 

In fields of green, we stand

Upon our great land

In our hamlets, we thrive

As journeymen, we arrive

 

‘To war’, we cry

While we stand with those, who’ll die

To arms, and wall

And the screaming call

 

Together, we join

To fight, for precious coin

And kill, as we do

For death, that we rue

Religion, in our heart

To bitter battle, we start

Unsure why, but for pride

As one, side-by-side

 

If only, we become one complete

Trotting, on weary feet

Throw away, our tools of harm

And embrace, arm-in-arm

 

So now, with terror wrought

And families, distraught

We strive for good

Like we always should

 

And leave in our wake

For our own, thankful sake

A trail to follow

No more grief, will we swallow

 

Now, we leave our land

In the future’s, grasping hands