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.