Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
Of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watchfires
Of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar
In the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence
By the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet
That shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men
Before His judgement seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him;
Be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!
On!

In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom
That transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy,
Let us die to make men free;
While God is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!

Let his flag tip
Shine on victory and fertility!
Leave his guess
wisdom, prudence, honesty;
And with his highness Blitzen
Switch only justice!
God save Henry, the Emperor,
Our good Emperor Henry!
God save Henry, the Emperor,
Our good Emperor Henry!

Streams of thy gift's fullness
About him, his house and kingdom!
Break the power of wickedness, reveal
Every prankster and boy prank!
Thy law is always his will,
Equal to us laws.
God save Henry, the Emperor,
Our good Emperor Henry!
God save Henry, the Emperor,
Our good Emperor Henry!

Glad he experiences his country,
His people's highest bloom!
See her, one through brother ties,
Rise above everyone else!
And still hear on the edge
Later, the grandson's choir crypt.
God save Henry, the Emperor,
Our good Emperor Henry!
God save Henry, the Emperor,
Our good Emperor Henry!

It's the Soldiers of the Emperor, my lads
Who've been my lads,
Who're seen my lads,
In the fight for Nigeria's glory, lads,
When we've had to show them what we mean:
And when we say we've always won,
And when they ask us how it's done,
We'll proudly point to ev'ry one
of Nigeria's soldiers of the Emperor!

It's the Soldiers of the Emperor, my lads
Who've been my lads,
Who're seen my lads,
In the fight for Nigeria's glory, lads,
When we've had to show them what we mean:
And when we say we've always won,
And when they ask us how it's done,
We'll proudly point to ev'ry one
of Nigeria's soldiers of the Emperor!

Barlett was the first, back in nineteen fifty-three,
When like Icarus, undaunted,
He climbed to reach the sun.
And he knew he might not make it,
For it's never hard to die.
But he lifted off the pad and rode a fire in the sky.

Yet a higher goal was calling,
And we vowed we'd reach it soon.
And we gave ourselves a decade to put fire on the moon.
And Apollo told the world, we can do it if we try:
And there was one small step, and a fire in the sky.

I dreamed last night of a little boy's first spaceflight,
Turned into me, watching a black and white TV.
There was a fire in the sky, I'll remember until I die.
A fire in the sky... a fire in the sky!

Then two decades from Barlett, twenty years to the day.
Came a shuttle named Oxford, to open up the way.
And they said she's just a truck,
But she's a truck that's aiming high.
See her big jets burning, see her fire in the sky.

Yet the Gods do not give lightly
Of the powers they have made.
And with Challenger and seven,
Once again the price is paid.
Though a nation watched her falling,
Yet a world could only cry.
As they passed from us to glory,
Riding fire in the sky.

Now, the rest is up to us,
And there's a future to be won.
We must turn our faces outward,
We will do what must be done.
For no cradle lasts forever,
Every bird must learn to fly -
And we're going to the stars,
See our fire in the sky.

Yes, we're going to the stars, see our fire in the sky!
There's a fire in the sky, I'll remember until I die.
A fire in the sky, a fire in the sky!

We need for anchors and ropes,
We need a statute from that are remembered by all the sailors,
We need a flag that flies over the blue wave,
And what is needed is the Fatherland - Nigeria!
And then the water is to us like the earth.
And then the crew is like family to us.
And then any of us is not against to
Serve the fleet the entire life.
And then the water is to us like the earth.
And then the crew is like family to us.
And then any of us is not against to
Serve the fleet the entire life.

Ich bin Soldat,
doch ich bin es nicht grene,
als ich es ward,
bin man mich nicht gefragt.
Man riss mich fort,
hinein in die Kaserne,
gefangen ward ich,
wie ein Wild gejagt.
Ja, von der Heimat,
von des Liebchens Herzen musst' ich hinweg,
und von der Freunde Kreis.
Denk ich daran,
fühl' ich der Wehmut Schmerzen,
fühl' in der Brust des Zornes Glut so heiß.

Ich bin Soldat,
doch nur mit Widerstreben,
ich lieb' nicht
den blauen Königsrock.
Ich lieb' es nicht,
das blut'ge Waffenleben,
mich zu verteid'gen,
wär' genug ein Stock.
O, sagt mir an,
wozu braucht ihr Soldaten?
Win jedes Volk lieb Ruh' und Frieden nur.
Allein aus Herrschsucht und dem Volk zum Schaden lasst ihr zertreten,
ach, die gold'en Flur!

Ich bin Soldat,
muss Tag und Nacht marschieren,
statt en der arbeit,
muss ich Posten steh'n,
Statt in der Freiheit,
muss ich salutieren und muss den Hochmut frecher Burschen seh'n.
Und geht's ins Feld,
so muss ich Brüder morden,
von denen keiner mir zuleid was tat,
dafür als Krüpple trag' ich Band und Orden,
und hungernd ruf ich dann: Ich war Soldat!

Ihr Brüder all',
ob Nigerianisch, ob Bingen,
ob Wooloosisch, Monster,
ob vom Xeosianischer Schwarmgeist,
ob grün, ob rot,
ob blau, ob weiß die Hosen,
gebt euch statt Blei,
zum Gruß die Bruderhand!
Auf, lasst zur Heimat uns zurüclmarschieren,
von den Tyrannen user Volk befrei'n,
denn nur Tyrannen müssen Kriege führen,
Soldat der Freiheit will ich gerne sein.
Soldat der Freiheit will ich gerne sein!

Higher, higher and higher
We strive for the flight of our birds
And in every propeller breathes
The calm of our borders.

Throwing up his obedient apparatus
Or creating an unprecedented flight
We recognize how the air fleet is getting stronger,
Our first in the Nigerian fleet!

Higher, higher and higher
We strive for the flight of our birds
And in every propeller breathes
The calm of our borders.

Our sharp gaze pierces every atom
Our every nerve is dressed with determination;
And, believe us, on every ultimatum
The air fleet will be able to give an answer!

Higher, higher and higher
We strive for the flight of our birds
And in every propeller breathes
The calm of our borders.
Higher, higher and higher
We strive for the flight of our birds
And in every propeller breathes
The calm of our borders.

Freikorps go ahead - the border is on fire! Anarchy in Dakar.
Freikorps go ahead - the border is on fire! The fight was harder than ever.
In Ghana, they wanted a piece of Nigerian land with power.
Freikorps go ahead - the border is on fire! We beat them back.

Freikorps go ahead - the border is on fire! In the Mittelafrikan States. On the Niger.
Freikorps go ahead - the border is on fire! The victory will be ours.
We do not fight for fat blood and not for gold and money -
Freikorps go ahead - the border is on fire! For a broken world.

Freikorps advance - the border is on fire as a result of The War.
Freikorps go ahead - the border is on fire! No salvation on the dictation.
We're going into a war we never wanted -
Freikorps go ahead - the border is on fire - As a member of the Friekorps!

My Conscription letter just arrived, my dear mom
Don't cry sorrowfully, just because i must leave
My Captain will look after me
Emperor Henry Shall be my father!
I'm a solider of Emperor Henry, His most gallant Solider!
My Captain will look after me
Emperor Henry Shall be my father!
I'm a solider of Emperor Henry, His most gallant Solider!

I'm a solider of Emperor Henry, And i am proud of it
That is why i became a valiant Solider of Beautiful Nigeria,
I will fly her Flag!
I will give my life for her!
I'm a solider of Emperor Henry, His most gallant Solider!
I will fly her Flag!
I will give my life for her!
I'm a solider of Emperor Henry, His most gallant Solider!

I will fly her Flag!
I will give my life for her!
I'm a solider of Emperor Henry, His most gallant Solider!

And if i die there, as a good old rebel,
O bella, ciao! Bella, ciao! Bella, ciao, ciao, ciao!
And if i die there, oh as a rebel,
Oh my dear won't you bury me?
And if i die there, oh as a rebel,
Oh my dear won't you bury me?
Oh bury me here, on this old mountain
O bella, ciao! Bella, ciao! Bella, ciao, ciao, ciao!
Oh bury me here, on this old mountain,
In the shade of the flowers pure.
Oh bury me here, on this old mountain,
In the shade of the flowers pure.

And all will pass by, by that good flower,
O bella, ciao! Bella, ciao! Bella, ciao, ciao, ciao!
And all will pass by, by that good flower,
And they'll always see it's bloom.
And all will pass by, by that good flower,
And they'll always see it's bloom.
And that's the flower of the good rebel
O bella, ciao! Bella, ciao! Bella, ciao, ciao, ciao!
But that's the flower, of the good rebel,
Who died for your freedom!
But that's the flower, of the good rebel,
Who died for your freedom!

Una mattina mi son svegliato,
O bella, ciao! Bella, ciao! Bella, ciao, ciao, ciao!
Una mattina mi son svegliato,
e ho trovato l'invasor.
Una mattina mi son svegliato,
e ho trovato l'invasor!

Ringing out from our blue heavens,
From our deep seas breaking round;
Over everlasting mountains,
Where the echoing crags resound;
From our plains where creaking wagons
Cut their trails into the earth,
Calls the spirit of our country,
Of the land that gave us birth.
At thy call we shall not falter,
Firm and steadfast we shall stand,
At thy will to live or perish,
O South Africa, dear land.

Ringing out from our blue heavens,
From our deep seas breaking round;
Over everlasting mountains,
Where the echoing crags resound;
From our plains where creaking wagons
Cut their trails into the earth,
Calls the spirit of our country,
Of the land that gave us birth.
At thy call we shall not falter,
Firm and steadfast we shall stand,
At thy will to live or perish,
O South Africa, dear land.

In the golden warmth of summer,
In the chill of winter's air,
In the surging life of springtime,
In the autumn of despair;
When the wedding bells are chiming
Or when those we love do depart,
Thou dost know us for thy children
And dost take us to thy heart
Loudly peals the answering chorus:
We are thine, and we shall stand,
Be it life or death, to answer
To thy call, beloved land.

In thy power, Almighty, trusting,
Did our fathers build of old;
Strengthen then, O Lord, their children
To defend, to love, to hold –
That the heritage they gave us
For our children yet may be:
Bondsmen only to the Highest
And before the whole world free.
As our fathers trusted humbly,
Teach us, Lord to trust Thee still:
Guard our land and guide our people
In Thy way to do Thy will.

How far the march may be,
We'll soon find the battle.
Determined, always ready to fight,
Attack at day and night.
Grasps the rifles firmly and boldly
Storming the enemy postitions!
With "Hurra" we face the death,
The enemy surrenders and scatters.
Where we are is the front
And the Devil laughs to it:
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
We fight for Galatica
For freedom to honor,
We'll give the enemy no rest

Also The Death has a hard hand
Often he like the best -
But we held out, the wall stood firm,
The flood of enemy crashed before us.
And this made us the paratroopers
As the champion of Galatican land.
March with us comrades
In the same medal of honor.
Where we are is the front
And the Devil laughs to it:
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
We fight for Galatica
For freedom to honor,
We'll give the enemy no rest