You want peace, prepare for war,
I’m no martyr anymore.
I walk with a cheerful heart
And I’m raising up my fist.
Raise your head, stick out your chest,
Multiply your strength and zest
When my choice is die or win,
I’m an ace that beats the king.
Though we differ, though persist,
And abuses are a list,
I’ll be strong enough to live
And be raising up my fist.
Reaching the moon!
I don’t fear of this.
It’s just a test,
I feel it with my heart,
And any sacrifice
That should be made I’ll make,
I’ve already made
And I’m raising up my fist.