dig down deep don t fold for the faintest wind might blow youre off your mark off your game soil your old mans good name hoist your head don t weep for a terrible storm might sweep youre out to sea that big black sea well lay you down to sleep and the soldiers circle round and round and the trumpeters horn blows a deafening sound you plant your feet you stand your ground while the bricks you lay they come crumbling down from head to toe covered up in dust like jericho when you shed your skin down to your bones you know a house dont make a home when you build it all alone no no thats just a hollow skeleton of sticks and stones left right left well march to the pounding beat of our hearts and the battle will rattle the earth down to its core do you forget just what were fighting for and the sun will rise in the east and the crimsonll stream at your feet well come and recede well bathe in stain and by the grace of god we can start again