Far past the silent tomb,
Where lilies grow and bloom,
We call !
Keep up, keep up the fight!
Crush despotism's might,
Be firm for God and right.
Or fall!
Midst storm of shot and shell.
We suffered, fought and fell
For you !
In unknown graves we lie,
For freedom proud to die,
Our spirits to you cry,
Be true!
Press onward in the fight,
Strive to the beacon light
Above !
What matter if you die?
There is a home on high.
Far past the boundless sky,
Of love !
Great deeds must still be wrought,
And battles grimly fought,
Fight on!
From death there shall arise
Across the leaden skies.
With glad triumphant cries.
The Dawn! .
