God save Günzburg, said the heroes,
God save Günzburg said they all,
Whether on the scaffold high or the battlefield we die
Oh what matter if for Rasalhague we fall!
High upon the gallow's tree swung the noble-hearted three,
By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom,
But they met him face to face with the courage of their race,
And they went with souls undaunted to their doom.
Girt around with cruel foes, still their courage proudly rose,
For they thought of hearts that loved them far and near,
Of the millions far and near, scattered through the Inner Sphere,
Of the friends of holy Günzburg ever dear.
Climbed they up the rugged stair, rang their voices out in prayer,
With Kuritas fateful cord around them cast,
Close beside the gallow's tree, kissed their brothers tenderly
True to home and faith and freedom to the last.
Never 'till the latest day shall the memory pass away,
Of the gallant lives thus given for our land,
But on the cause must go amid joy or weal or woe,
'till we make our world a nation free and grand.
Edited by Leitwolf, 28 March 2012 - 06:09 AM.