We who keep The Flame alive
Sometimes it shines
bright like the Sun
as in one decade
as in one decade
not too long gone
Sometimes it smoulders,
embers only
as Old Comrades pass on
and lonely, we are left
we Comrades true
who once marched proud
but now are few
We've kept The Faith
and shunned false fame
to stay the bearers
of The Flame
In this Dark Time
we keep it bright
In this Dark Time
we keep it bright
so young Comrades
can see it's light
and stand with us
as Comrades old
to lift The Flame
and join our fold
To lift The Flame
and make it flower
A Nation's Hope
A Race's Power
