Bugler sound the trumpet
Send out the battle cry,
Guard the flank, break not the ranks
Lest in the charge we die!

Take the highest mountain
Control the ground on high,
Continue the cannon firing
Light up the starry sky!

Close the ranks and keep them
Cheer on the brave brigade,
Stand fast in the Holy battle
Lest we loose the gain our hearts have made!

Lift up the fallen comrades
Lift both the weak and the bold,
Seek to gain Eternal victory
Fight on with heart and soul!

March on in gallant stride
Give praise to the Lord above
Spare not steel for the enemy;
For the Master spare not love!

When our last earthly hill is taken
And the blood stained banner flies,
We'll withdraw to that Holy City
On that Holy Hill of glory in the skies!

When our earthly conflict subsides
And we stack arms to fight no more,
Then we'll encircle His great throne
Upon that blessed golden shore!
 

                                             Carl L. Hempen, 1980