i am burning.. waiting for a sign..
hear the trumpet call.. hear the sound to arms..
Ultra League is on.. Battle things are joined..
a whisper here, a whisper there.. who's the man in white?
stain'd with bloods, eyes like fire; sword he holds, voice like waters
restless pawing, horses neighing; the air crackles, silent as light
yet charged; the silent voices of numberless ones gone before,
dead, yet still alive, silent yet speaking,
waiting to join in the noise, not heard here
but resounding on high.
then a hush.. a wait..then a trumpet blast, long, loud, clear,
ringing so loud in the silence of the hearts,
silence still.. then a step, a hoof forward..another step, another hoof forward..
souls burst into flames, the cry of uncountable voices roar across the plains of the battlefield as we charge into battle
the blood-stained One leads on a white horse, sword-as-a-tongue,
eyes like fire, voice like thunder - He charges relentlessly ahead
we follow behind him, all hands on deck..
then you wake up.
your soul stirs at the sound of the impending battle.
to war, o saint, to war!
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