Defenders on the Wall

Ride out to meet them,

Ride out with the dawn!

Raise the battle standard,

For all to behold

And take up the cry:

Stand by the king!

The Ottoman hordes,

Before the Theodosian Wall

Ravening for blood-

Mongol mongrels begone

When forth rides Constatine!

Giovanni musters his knights,

Their armor catches the light

As sliver their lances shine

Undimmed by Death and Night!

Faces blazing like the sun

No fear lurks in their hearts:

See the last defenders stand

Where hope is frail and wan

With swords in their hands...

The line has to hold!

Give them not an inch

Of our ancestral land...

The line has to hold!

Push them back to Hell

Back where they belong!

No foe can ever lay low

What a proud heart owns;

Though the wall is breeched

The city's taken and the holiest

Of holies defiled by brutes,

See them stand in victory...