We stand here by the border
Waiting in fear and suspicion
For a life that may be broader
Than our scourge in this station
Where the red bullet soldiers sleep.

We have to be awake
For our youngsters' sake,
We can't enjoy a night
Lest we delay in the fight
And remain to ever weep.

This is the valley of death
Where the bones of our fathers lie,
This is where every human breath
Kisses all the swords that fly;
The line...