While the valley below rests in shadow
The green of the grass matted and red
In all the noise of hate
No one can hear the light
A solitary soldier dressed for battle
Stands up on that hill
His sword drawn
Gleaning with the light of justice
His feet swift, but planted
Calling out to his army
The once proud soldiers, now asleep
Hiding in caves
Afraid that the light will reveal their fear.
So, once again, He Calls!
And the stones cower
from the reverberating demand
Reluctant soldiers, Rise Up!
Who can stand against you?
We are merely children
But armed with the only power
Even dry bones could not be defeated
Rise up
Awaken
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