Silent, grimly faced we march them down Calls from above, behind these walls the cowards hide The fruits of this land, a promise we have come to claim Stretched for miles through marren land to conquer Jericho Loose your voice and split the sky Draw your swords, the hour is night
We sing as one tonight, we sing as one! We march to war, clothed in dust and fear we ride Host of the Lord, about us, on our every side The fruits of this land, a promise we have come to claim We sing as one, the trumpets sound, your walls of dust Now meet the ground