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"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." 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
my forehead, Small flame for a red star, In the van of the violent marching, then When the sky is torn of the trumpets ten, And the hands of the happy howling men 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 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. O SHOW THE RED PRINT ON MY FOREHEAD SMALL FLAME FOR A RED STAR IN THE VAN OF THE VIOLENT MARCHING THEN WHEN THE SKY IS TORN AND THE TRUMPETS TEN AND THE HANDS OF THE HAPPY HOWLING MEN 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
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