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Roaring they went o'er the Roman wall, And roaring up the lane, Their torches tossed a ladder of fire, Higher their hymn was heard and higher, More sweet for hate and for heart's desire, And up in the northern scrub and brier, They fell upon the Dane. ROARING THEY WENT O'ER THE ROMAN WALL AND ROARING UP THE LANE THEIR TORCHES TOSSED A LADDER OF FIRE HIGHER THEIR HYMN WAS HEARD AND HIGHER MORE SWEET FOR HATE AND FOR HEART'S DESIRE AND UP IN THE NORTHERN SCRUB AND BRIER THEY FELL UPON THE DANE
 blow that I return not Ten times will I return On kings and earls of all degree, And armies wide as empires be Shall slide like landslips to the sea If the red star burn. "One man shall drive a hundred, As the dead kings drave; Before me rocking hosts be riven, And battering cohorts backwards driven, For I am the first king known of Heaven That has been struck like a slave. "Up on the old white road, brothers, Up on the Roman walls! For this is the night of the drawing of swords, And the tainted tower of the heathen hordes Leans to our hammers, fires and cords, Leans a little and falls. "Follow the star that lives and leaps, Follow the sword that sings, For we go gathering heathen men, A terrible harvest, ten by ten, As the wrath of the last red autumn--then When Christ reaps down the kings. "Follow a light that leaps and spins, Follow the fire unfurled! For riseth up against realm and rod, A thing forgotten, a thing downtrod, The last lost giant, even God, Is risen against the world. FLING WIDE THE GATES OF WAR THIS BLOW THAT I RETURN NOT TEN TIMES WILL I RETURN ON KINGS AND EARLS OF ALL DEGREE AND ARMIES WIDE AS EMPIRES BE SHALL SLIDE LIKE LAND SHIPS TO THE SEA IF THE RED STAR BURN ONE MAN SHALL DRIVE A HUNDRED AS THE DEAD KINGS DRAVE BEFORE ME ROCKING HOSTS BE RIVEN AND BATTERING COHORTS BACKWARDS DRIVEN FOR I AM THE FIRST KING KNOWN OF HEAVEN THAT HAS BEEN STRUCK LIKE A SLAVE UP ON THE OLD WHITE ROAD BROTHERS UP ON THE ROMAN WALLS FOR THIS IS THE NIGHT OF THE DRAWING OF SWORDS AND THE TAINTED TOWER OF THE HEATHEN HORDES LEANS TO OUR HAMMERS FIRES AND CHORDS LEANS A LITTLE AND FALLS FOLLOW THE STAR THAT LIVES AND LEAPS FOLLOW THE SWORD THAT SINGS FOR WE GO GATHERING HEATHEN MEN THE TERRIBLE HARVEST TEN BY TEN AS THE WRATH OF THE LAST RED AUTUMN THEN WHEN CHRIST REAPED DOWN THE KINGS FOLLOW A LIGHT THAT LEAPS AND SPINS FOLLOW THE FIRE UNFURLED FOR RISE UP AGAINST REALM AND ROD A THING FORGOTTEN A THING DOWNTROD THE LAST LOST GIANT EVEN GOD IS RISEN ABOVE THE WORLD
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