If,as the heart is still
My foes will sing
Yet,one'll be a song o'er the hill
Their song 'll be dim to the wind
Blood to the oil
Flesh to the dust
One'll flicker throughout times
On the flag
One,a sing of heart
One,an art of victory
One,a pride of 'smart'
Under the blue scenery
My name must be bright
My name must be alive
