Hallowed Ground

THIS IS HALLOWED GROUND

Why you don’t walk between the Colors

Between the flags that proudly fly

Let no one dare to stand

For here our Fallen comrades lie,

We call it , Hallowed Ground

A symbol yes, but  mark at will

Here let us ever humbly pause;

In memory of the ones who fell

In fighting for our sacred cause.

On sea or land these buddies died,

Some lie beneath a foreign soil,

In graves caressed by winds and tides,

In spots unknown to all but God

And so this place is Hallowed Groud.

And it shall be forever blessed,

As though it were a graves mound

Beneath which gallant heroes rest.

Be ever watchful, Legionnaire, 

of these two flags which signify,

That one should guard this spot with care.

Where our departed comrades lies,

And , if man should dare to tread,

This spot where lie our gallant brave,

He desecrates those noble dead,

As, tho he walked upon their grave

So, embrace your obligation, Legionnaires

And protect the Hallowed Ground,

To honor those who served and died and there never to have been found.

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