Hold the Line 
Lyrics by Colette Lovelace 

Whether the sun shines bright on us 
or whether torrid rains should fall, 
we will fly this bloody banner; 
we will heed its rallying call: 
Hold the line ... 

What would you sacrifice? 
How strong would you stand 
to face what lies ahead? 
To answer this demand? 

We'll tip our spears with broken bones, 
sew skins into the sails. 
Our bodies burn from cannon blasts. [bad word] what may, we cannot fail! 

Brace yourself for [bad word] storm 
with arms and weapons raised. 
Our glory shall be born of fire; 
we will set these skies ablaze! 

Hold the line!