Huzzah



From the plains to the hills,
You hear the battle cries,
A war has been waged,
Someone will die.

A call to arms,
We must all heed,
Gather your weapons,
Something must be seized.

Strike your colors,
My sisters and brothers,
War has been called,
And we will not fall.

We are one,
We are many,
We are Amtgarders,
With wars a plenty.