Southern stars above my head. My homeland, the ground beneath my feet. Yet our blood flows from a northern land, the essence of our young country!
Little more than two hundred years, we have walked upon this ground, but the sacrifice of so many sons commands our sworn duty to keep it ours!
Ancient descent to a land aew, Southern birth-Northern soul! A spirit forged under a sky so blue, Southern birth-Northern soul!
Can you hear the beat of the drum? The star of the southern must rise once more! And blood will stain on the wattle, this time the battle to be fought upon your soil!
Only from our past can we claim a future and we must fight like never before. The finest hour for the sons of the cross will be the end of peace and we march to war!
Ancient descent to a land aew, Southern birth
Northern soul!
A spirit forged under a sky so blue,
Southern birth
Northern soul!
