Surrounded by forces,

step into your hour!

Through the storm's cruel courses,

we call forth your power.

Shaking, you whisper,

bare to the night:

"Where is my armor?

Where lies my might?"

Here stands your shielding,

here swings your blade:

trust in life's meaning,

the worth we have made.

For all tomorrows,

hold it and fight -

die if you must, but:

feed it with light!

Silent, the mortars

write lines through the air.

Halt them with orders

only souls dare.

War is life's treason.

Peace? To create.

Throw your heart's reason -

death will checkmate.

Love and imagine

all greatness that shone.

Walk where the virgin

stars call their own.

Dams never founded,

worlds never seen -

build them with wounded

hands still unclean.

Noble the human,

rich is our sphere.

Hunger's a rumor

spread by fear.

Crush it! By living,

wrongs will decay.

Bread, art, sun's giving -

yours, mine, today.

Then drops the rifle,

clumsy and cold.

Make life worthwhile,

peace will take hold.

He whose right arm lifts

treasures unpriced

finds that his warm fists

can't hold a fist.

This is our promise,

sister to brother:

we'll walk this promise

gently with Mother.

Tending each wonder,

holding her charms -

cradling thunder

soft in our arms.