marching through the rain we are soldiers again we are raised from the fields with our swords and our shields for all time for all time rising like yeast in our war with the east as we carry the flame on to glory again for all time for all time a city to win with the sun on our skin we failed in the past but today she will last for all time for all time like our fathers before in our blood evermore new rome never dies on the bosphorus she lies for all time for all time