Come wind, come snow, come blazing heat and bitter rain From Macedonia we march, from the northlands of Hellas To the mouths of Euphrates for to set His throne...we are the thunderbolts of Amon Zeus, the sons of Pella Sworn to revenge--the Persians' scourge...you were crowned on the mountain In Olympian thunder and Promethean fire…Alexander your hoplites are waiting To take the oath of revenge…when the star of Pella shall shine in the night And all other stars will stop burning bright Guiding our sarissae to the fight We shall neither fear nor surrender ‘Til the end of the battle…Alexander your armies are waiting Sound the charge and lead them to glory Alexander your legions hail thee!