The Battle For A New Nation
The infantry stands with their boots on the ground
The muskets will fire and the trumpets will sound
The cavalries charge in the heat of the battle
The cannons will roar and the sabers will rattle
The whole thing will be fought in the dust, rain, and mud
But the payment for that is the stain of our blood
When our enemies fall then our standard will rise
Thus a nation for all is the ultimate prize
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