Passive fields. January two thousand and twelve A nation that stands alone Cold voices, faces pale Gathered unto their judgement day Such pride remains unbroken Such words remain unspoken Just mothers to stand in vain and cry Tears and medals in the rain Shall I recall when justice did prevail? No reason to be found why reason did fail The all clear resounding The way was clear to rebuild this land Shall I call on you to guide me well To see our hopes and dreams fulfilled? On this day of our ascension
Stand your ground this is what we are fighting for For our spirit and laws and ways Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war For heaven or hell we shall not wait Shall I think of honour as lies? Or lament it's aged slow demise? Shall I stand as a total stranger On this day in this stone chamber?
The all clear resounding The way was clear to rebuild this land Shall I call on you to guide me well? To see our hopes and dreams fulfilled? On this day of our ascension On this day we praise the fallen
Stand your ground this is what we are fighting for For our spirit and laws and ways Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war For heaven or hell we shall not wait Shall I think of honour as lies Or lament it's aged slow demise? Shall I stand as a total stranger On this day in this stone chamber?
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