As we daily trudge on earth's surface;
Each phase fading, another arising
Life's solemn way we march
Storm raging, but our foundation solid -
We move not because we are made strong.
Our souls panting for life's eternal rest.
As our master immensely bidding us success
In our last progressive trudge on earth's surface.
Our minds rest assured - we shall overcome!
Notwithstanding the storm's rage, we panic not
For we are made men of war; to die at post.
Knowing we shall receive the great reward
From the master for a job well done.
Forever achieving, never yielding.
This is who we are - men of war!
