Passive fields January two thousand and twelve A nation that stands alone
Cold voices, faces pale, gathered unto their judgement day
Such words remain unspoken Such pride remains unbroken
Just mothers to stand in vain and cry Tears and medals in the rain
Shall I recall when justice did prevail? No reason to be found why reason did fail
The all clear resounding The way was clear to rebuild this land
Shall I call on you to guide me well, to see our hopes and dreams fulfilled?
On this day of our ascension

Stand your ground this is what we are fighting for For our spirit and laws and ways
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war For heaven or hell we shall not wait
Shall I think of honour as lies or lament it's aged slow demise?
Shall I stand as a cold reminder on this day in this stone chamber?

The all clear resounding The way was clear to rebuild this land
Shall I call on you to guide me well To see our hopes and dreams fulfilled
On this day of our ascension, on this day we praise the fallen

Stand your ground this is what we are fighting for For our spirit and laws and ways
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war For heaven or hell we shall not wait
Shall I think of honour as lies or lament it's aged slow demise?
Shall I stand as a cold reminder on this day in this stone chamber?