Ich liebe dieses Lied
Autor: Vienne
with a stone clutched in his hand.
He was only a boy, but he knew
someone must take a stand.
There will always be a valley,
always mountains one must scale.
There will always be perilous waters which someone must sail!
Into valleys! Into waters!
Into jungles! Into hell!
Let us ride, let us ride home again with a story to tell!
Into darkness, into danger,
into storms that rip the night!
Don't give in, don't give up, but give thanks for the glorious fight!
You can tremble, you can fear it, but keep your fighting spirit alive, boys!
Let the shiver of it sting you, fling into battle! Spring to your feet, boys!
Never hold back your step for a moment!
Never doubt that your courage will grow!
Hold your head even higher and into the fire we go!
(Music continues under as the MEN throw off their waistcoats, grab props and costume pieces, practice dueling with swords and a butterfly net. Gradually the library flies - they are in limbo.)
Are there mountains that surround us?
Are there walls that block the way?
Knock them down, strip them back, boys, and forward, and into the fray!
PERCY AND LEAGUE
Into terror, into valor,
charge ahead -- no, never turn!
Yes, its into the fire we fly and the Devil will burn!