Call To Arms
Arise all you, with swords in hands,
and march as one, our ironsides.
Invaders come to take our lands,
our homes, our children and our brides.
Aloft the wind does take the sound
of foreign armies’ Godless tread
and we must not give up our ground
lest every man of us lays dead.
Fear not these men, machines of war,
who from our warriors blood shall thresh,
but like a ravening carnivore,
swoop down to feast upon their flesh.
Make not surrender, make not peace,
trust not your life unto our foes.
Stand tall and proud, the noble beast
that with a noble spirit goes.
March on beneath our banners true
and show how well this land defends.
This day alone determines who
shall be with God today, me friends.
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