Follow The Flaming Cross

The moon is a looming quarter

as all of Glendale sit on their back porches,

gazing across the valley boarder.

Singing hails to god Camulus, keeping vigilant order

for the endless lines of haunting torches.

Yea, through the heavy gloom of darkness,

that precious divine light shall beseech

our mortal rage in restraining harness,

our cold calculating energy to invest.

Our enemy hath violated our cherished oaths,

innocent blood hath his edge thus spilled,

they hath violated our virgin hosts

and now they dare to boast,

reveling in the retelling of how they forced their debauched ways with such cunning skill!

They courted our good faith

and our confidence in their positive intentions,

only to steal our fortunes with their insolent waste,

even daring to hold our dear children for their heartless ransom.

Here we sit and sing of our celestial redemption

and the day that we shall make even on our great loss,

for within the murky darkness we shall heed our call to rally without exemption,

for ever born to follow the glorious flaming cross!

We were born to follow the flaming cross

of Camulus my dear children,

pausing only for us to rally our mighty army and exhaust

enemy forces and buildings.

Follow the flaming cross,

for in it's brilliant passing we shall find our honors' redemption.

We gather round in great number to toss

unto Camulus alms and to mention

aloud those most depraved of enemy deeds,

then move to mercilessly redeem our honor and mortal loss.

Moving only to satisfy our lusting heart's raging need

for vindicating retribution at all enemy cost.

So follow the flaming cross

my dear children,

o'er river, through woods and rolling dale,

show thy enemy great loss

in the vile blood of their kindred, so that their tears may never quell.

Follow the flaming cross

until it pauses upright in radiation so divinely

upon their tainted turf for our mighty armies purpose;

in silence we gather by the thousands to advance forward

in organized assembly!

By the crack of dawn their blood shall flow

like raging rivers,

and by their horror they all shall come to know

of the sudden terror that we shall mercilessly deliver.

Upon our honed edge they all shall endlessly fall

and so man, woman, and child shall thence defer,

bowing in humility and terror to gratify our sacred call!

The blood of their men shall flow wide and deep,

the soil of the earth shall secure their male child's potential

for a future rage to reap.

Their women and girl children shall submit unto our intrepid credential

or suffer dearly as their protecting men all sleep.

In this action alone our redemption shall thus be fulfilled

and our once shattered honor now made complete.

Onward my dear children, for the glory of Camulus' compelling will!

Forward in the name of honor and illustrious victory,

our rightful fortune and majesty we all invest to seek!