Summon all the country's finest Patriots who hear the call In the path of parlous danger You are being pushed to the wall When loss of liberty is looming As it happens here and now In the hearts of freedom's vanguard Resonates the siren sound There's a bad moon on the rise Shining right into your eyes Constituting rule of lies Here we are again, on our piece of land In the shadow of true peril Waving freedom flag, armed with guns we stand If you want it, come and take it! Now, come and take it! Never asking for protection We are armed with guns our selves If you want to confiscate them Take them from our cold dead hands