Pride of a Nation

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.

Pride of a nation, freedom’s salvation.
Pride of a nation, they kept the flames alight.

A uniform of midnight, with silver on their necks.
Their honour 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.

Pride of a nation, freedom’s salvation.
Pride of a nation, they kept the flames alight.

When the end had finally come, and the odds were just too great,

Their pride remained, the courage stayed, for all was not too late.

The fire could be rekindled, the flames could fill the skies.
Like a phoenix from the ashes, the new dawn will arise.

Pride of a nation, freedom’s salvation.
Pride of a nation, they kept the flames alight..