Come forth thou great and mighty one,
Through the hills we ride today.
The steeds are ready,
The warm sun rises,
A gentle breeze doth lead the way...
The fragrance of the fields fills the air,
And the birds in song do seem to say -
Come forth thou great and mighty one,
Through the hills we ride today.
Our Father calls you,
Your Sword is ready,
The battle now is on the way...
The stench of fear has no place my friend,
The coward will lose his life today -
Come forth thou great and mighty one,
Through the hills we ride today.
We will not waiver,
We will not retreat,
The right of Word is ours to say...
Be strong and courageous; stand firm to the end,
Victory is ours today!
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