Here are we, and here we are. 

We fight our battles near and far. 

Coast to coast we intercede 

For those away who from us plead  

Peace and safety given them, 

Always coming back in the end, 

For them, they not be enough, 

'Tis us who drive them through the rough, 

Expected, sure, drive us mad, 

Yet still we strive to see them glad. 

Could we retire? no sir, 

'Lest we become the awful cur, 

Kicked to the ground, left to die, 

And never given reason why, 

For the hour is soon at hand; 

The gates open, the city grand, 

All thy worries melt away, 

The fiery night and stormy day 

Seek not their guise but reveal 

This holy place by its appeal, 

Those who'd oppress continue, 

The mighty beast, fighting, will do 

All in his power to stand 

Against the greatest pow'r at hand, 

This foul king, like Ixion 

Fear his enemy god in Zion.