All the revelation remains spoken
But as recipients we are broken
We are barely West anymore
“It stands written” yet remains
But can not crack our studied disdains
We are barely West anymore
All the tales have been spun
Of Battles fought and won
Still, we are hardly West anymore
All the glory and the gain
All the triumph over pain
Still, we are hardly West anymore
All the book and parchment ink
Have failed to connect and link
Us to the West anymore
All the Music and the Scores
No longer cause our souls to soar
For there remains little West anymore
A few Holy Men still proclaim
A few Poets and Musicians still call
A few Historians and Bards still tell our lays
But the mist begins to cover our days
And the new story seems to tell of the fall
Of old Narnia’s dwindling fame
And yet some memory embers warm the chill
Of Western faith and blood that courses still
Our Father’s faith is not finished yet
As determination will not forget
Nor allow the sum of our regret
To rob our courage or steal our will
The West is attacked by Devil hordes
Her fortunes on the wane
Now is the time to sing Battle chords
As we sharpen our disdain
Now is the time when reason like swords
Must increase the Devil’s pain
