Home Soil

Home soil, where we live, where we toil,

And after battle we will stand,

Our banners held up in our hands.

Our notes have a romantic ring,

As voices raised to heaven sing

Victory for the Sacred Land!


Dark armies stand at our gate.

Drums of their Death March, we await,

Alert, afraid, but not alone.

We send a shout into the air,

And have a rider fly out there,

To tell them it is far too late,

The war is ours, forget your homes.


Fear is masked by the elation,

Of the servant of the nation.

Our voices all call up as one,

An unstoppable cloud of human spirit,

Even the meanest will come to fear it.

We rule all lands beneath the sun!


One man alone would not suffice,

Nor would the tools of avarice.

Collectively we are stronger.

So let the loner join or die.

There is no place for him to hide.

He will bother us, no longer.


There's room for only one people.

Room for one church, with one steeple.

All others are infiltrators.

So rise, neighbours, together stand,

For the glory of the Homeland.

They are no more than invaders.


We've pushed back armies of evil,

And with great social upheaval,

Have made our people joined as one.

An unstoppable cloud of human spirit,

Even the meanest will come to fear it.

We rule all lands beneath the sun!


Other loyalties laid to rest.

Forsake family name and crest.

The State is ours and it is all,

And so we go to guard each door.

We are different than before.

Take post around the fortress wall.