The flags are raised in glory, before the battle starts
Time is getting tighter, the pride it fills their hearts
As they march towards the battlefield, the enemy ahead
The final fight is almost here, it's either life or death

 [bad word] 
Pride of a nation, freedom's salvation
Pride of a nation, they kept the flames alight

uniform of midnight, with silver on their necks
Their honor was their loyalty, to join their Eastern trek
They fought against such massive odds, earning glory in the fields
But history tries to put them down, for their loyalty won't yield

When the end had [bad word]  and the odds were just too great
Their pride remained, the courage stayed, for all was not too late
The fire can be rekindled, the flames can fill the skies
Like a phoenix from the ashes, the new dawn will arise