The drums are pounding, let’s get dressed up for battle,
Let’s draw up our lines, and make the sabers rattle.
Bring out the young men, in their prime of life,
Take away their dreams, in a moment of strife.
Let the strong overcome the weak, with the havoc of war,
Watch the birds of prey, as over the battlefield they soar.
We will justify all, to make our conflict seem just,
Because to win, we shall do all that we must.