Author — Perry Josue
Grim shadows lie across the West;
Darkness beats within its breast.
No succor comes to its fallen folk;
No fire nor flame the zeal to stoke –
Its dormant knights to action brave
Their land to free and quickly save.
The men are worn with cares and blind;
Comfort’s ease is all they mind.
They laugh with joy – in madness’ grip
As their children slide and fall and slip
Away to Satan’s charms and power
And seek their wealth in Babylon’s bower.
Hark yet the cries of the faithful few,
Who hold the truth their father’s knew!
The battle cry leaps upon their lips,
Strong their arm and bright the tips
Of their father’s swords – sharp, agleam
With Christ’s firm hope and Kingdom dream.
Ready now, you men of remnant born!
Raise the banner and look not forlorn.
Man’s courage lasts but a wav’ring hour
But finds its strength in Jesus’ power.
The savage hordes and traitors’ ranks
May break the body, and yet give thanks.
Look! Your graves you dig in Truth’s defense
Are but a small yet blessed expense.
The faithful thousand with the knee unbent
Their blood poured out but their souls unspent –
The martyr’s copy of the Lord’s great Cross,
In death is victory and no bitter loss!
Death itself is the tam’d slave of Grace;
Step close now and behold its face.
Tremble not before suff’rings’ teeth;
Hold fast the Faith and redeemed belief.
Stand unmoved for Christ – for kith and kin!
So shall you fight, so shall you win!
Your sacrifice a new dawn will bring
A blessed kiss from Christ our King.
Your tombs will echo loud the praise
Of your descendants taught to raise
Their voice in song to God alone,
While He sits and smiles upon His Throne.
