Draw the line,
now make it bigger,
bigger than that, now draw it with rigor!

Draw the line on which you stand,
know your rights,
make your demands.

Line it up, nice and straight
shoulder to shoulder you stand,
line it up, and stand your ground, now is not the time to hesitate.

The line you drew is yet only so big,
the giants you face are huge, and will try to beat you down,
but don't let them intimidate you, as for the trenched line you still dig.

The line, the line,
hold, I say! Hold the line!
It's going to get hairy,
before it becomes fine.

The line, the line,
do not falter, be brave!
Give it all and then some, just as the others before had gave!

The line you stand on,
will be with you always,
the line that you stand for, will soon be gone.

Who will cross it?
Them? The enemy, the one's who seek to destroy the ones you hold dear
behind that precious line?
Or will you stand, cross and fight to protect what you call, "Mine!"

The line is drawn, the war defined,
'tis upon your honor, blood, and tears,
so fought and bled, by you and comrades alike, sharing victories, defeats, and fear.
So here away, your soul to sign,
all and more you hold dear, just behind the line.