We have travelled together, through rain and through snow, through dust, and through sand, it doesn't matter where we go.
Together we march for our flag that waves high, our symbol of freedom when terror is high.
No matter the distance, no matter the danger, we stick together no matter, for this flag is our saviour.
The war rages on, and we will march on, we will still be together when I am long gone.
Our bullets will fly, our brothers will die, for the flag we will continue to fight the great fight,
this dirt we have traveled, will fade into ash,
under these ashes, shall lye me and my tags.