Tired and weary this sentinel be
yet defiant he stands with arms drawn
unwavering spirit that hold him still
as the blood the drips and boils

it shall not be the end till he folds
the beats of his heart resound loud
as the thunder of the hallow skies
noble be his duty till the final relief

striving till the final strength fades
death may come and steal him now
yet never his glory neither his honor
as he who hold the helm against the odds

he has sowed his seed to this free land
to which he toiled its grand fertile soil
that no tyrant invader may trample
where no importer may reap its wealth

vanguards of the deep and high
your name shall echo clear
your acts shall ring out to history
legacy eternal forever shall be told