Ride with speed o’er hills and planes,
Race with soldiers now few,
To become a swiftly growing threat,
And to let us be free, brave and true.
The enemy pursues on confidante shoes,
The man in the front, he grins,
So ride with speed o’er hills and planes,
Fight against them and man’s wicked sins.
The bells, they ring, they chime and bang,
The fires are brightly lit,
So ride with speed o’er hills and planes,
Fight with pride and give mighty hit.
Ride with speed o’er hills and planes,
Forget not why you fight,
With clash of steel and spray of blood,
Trust in God and do what’s right.