Even if generations were to pass and men grow old and die,
and a new generation rises with dignity and heads held high.
They will never stand alone, but with heroes past and gone,
against overwhelming odds, our steadfastness shall remain strong.

For Courage is a trait and tradition flows through our veins,
and compassion is our crown amongst our deepest pains.
We only defend our freedom, as we chose not to fight,
but as the battle rages and stand to do whats right.

And as we honour our fallen, heads bowed we silently cry,
and they watch over us like a star in the distant sky.
For these men know too well, that war always has a price,
and the greatest honour of all was the ultimate sacrifice.