When the sirens sound
their braying call,
And panic grips the hearts
Of all those there,
Heroes will rise from ordinary men,
And comfort those whose souls
rip with despair.
When the trumpet sounds
Its call to arms,
And soldiers march in ranks
Along the paths,
Heroes will rise from ordinary men,
And greater deeds than told
Will come to pass.
When the strife is over
and all is done,
And pieces left behind
of battle won,
Heroes will rise from ordinary men,
And with sad hearts proud
We will rebuild again.
