Great crowds gathered on the hills,
Ships aready duty clear,
To start afresh to begin anew,
Upon this quest the Nine shall go.

One for the People, for all they stand,
Two for the Land, they hold so dear,
Three for the Duty, they’ll never forget,
Four for Hope, never to be lost,
Five for Love, a spark for the flame,
Six for Humility, remembrance of all,
Seven for Honour, above life,
Eight for Freedom, never to be chained,
Nine for the Future, and all that it holds.

This promise we make, never shall we break,
Upon this we swear our lives we lay bare.
For all we hold dear our duty is clear,
Nine to the fold this promise to hold.

Beneath the waves are rolling,
Surf comes onto land,
One thousand eyes awatching,
For the Nine returning home,
We are the The Watchers on the Hill.

Above the skies are churning,
Dark clouds come to roost,
Awatching we will continue,
Steadfast and be true,
We are The Watchers on the Hill.

From setting of the Sun,
To the waning of the Moon,
Duty bound will we stand,
Our life will we give,
We are The Watchers on the Hill.
Although weary we may grow,
Our duty still remains,
Though the Nine have departed,
Home they will return,
We are The Watchers on the Hill.

Yes we are The Watchers on the Hill,
Our faith we will always keep,
For the Nine who have departed,
In our hearts they will always be.
We are The Watchers on the Hill.