When you die, Be it not in vain, Let the heroes of war Scream your name, With their flag bourne high - As they set through That lonely battle plain.
When you die, Be there no shame, Let the champing horse Know your name, And at the trumpet - Rears up high, To toss his heavy, blood-soaked mane.
When you die, Take care of those slain, We’ll grieve with the mothers, And the wives remain. Care for them well - And the graveside flowers Shall die with their pain.
When you die, May there be bounty gain. Let the blind ones see, The walk of those maim, The joyful splendour - Of peace prevail, At the wonder of your name.