Shoulder to shoulder they stood to hold the line. Mere children and
grandfathers, the last and least, to hold back the tide. They dropped
where they stood ever closing the ranks to hold the line. Pound as they
may the rage and thunder broke against that line. In the end the line held
strong, not one inch did they yield to the oppressors. And those that
stood and those who fell never were forgotten. We evoke their names and
call you now, to join in our glorious mission, protect this land, make a
stand, hold the line. Hold the line.