march has come to awaken break the silence deeply sleeping and the stillness lasting ages once more to start windchest filling and the chains start freely moving and the pulse starts beating strongly and the words set calmly flowing blow the dust out of the pipe ends rid the chains of rust they carry and the pulse set free and roaming and unleash the words from slumber one another then shall follow join each other in the alloy to bring forth the march october in march start and onwards journey boldly reach out for october with the tunes as flocks that follow and the words as their companion shall the tunes then whisper softly and roar loud like rising thunder with a leadcape on their shoulders or mere sunrays as their clothing shall the words not sing of sorrow leave for others words of lament proudly join the tunes sounding gallant ways the pulse beating take their places in the alloy fortify the compound forming and unite the substance growing and meld matter made for lasting to complete the march october