M-arch on to your victory,
E-nemy of true faith fails;
L-oser of the battlefield
I-s gone as your poise prevails.
S-tep on to your victory,
S-uccessful form is shown;
A-bound in total trust, as your hope has grown.
R-hythmic stride is seen,
O-nce you move forward;
S-alvation is in store,
E-ternal life is your reward.
N-ever ever turn away,
D-rawing back annoys the Almighty;
O-n the thirteenth of September, march on to your victory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem