Swords Around the Cross

Come marshall now, my brothers!

Gather swords around the cross,

where we shall count as dearest gain,

what the world would count as loss!

For dark indeed's the hour,

when Christ's let sound his horn.

Warriors of Love, haste to his side!

For this purpose we were born!

Armies of hate have gathered,

and hold the world enslaved.

Led by generals none could hope to face,

dark, fey and depraved!

The world sends these baying wolves,

loosed on the cross like wraiths.

Yet these none could never best,

We shall conquer by faith!

For though our time appeareth night,

I say to you, tis dawn!

For our King rose from death to lead,

in fight gainst demon spawn!

Join now this crusade of virtue

to protect the weak and least,

to counter the lies of this savage world,

that tells us man's a beast.

And though we fall, my brothers,

and make the last sacrifice,

What seems as loss is victory,

for the Lord sustains our life!

Now unsheathe thy arms, my brothers!

Fear not thy death or loss!

Sing the song of joyous battle!

Charge now, for God and Cross!