By moonlight, we ride – ten thousand side by side With swords drawn, held high – our whips and armour shine Hail to thee, our infantry – still brave...
By moonlight, we ride – ten thousand side by side With swords drawn, held high – our whips and armour shine Hail to thee, our infantry – still brave...
Here our soldiers stand, from all around the world Waiting in a line, to hear the battle cry All are gathered here, victory is near The sound will fill the hall...