We stand at Armageddon, and we battle for <br />the Lord, <br />And all we ask to stead us is a blessing on <br />each sword; <br />And tribes and factions mingle in one great <br />fighting clan <br />Who issue forth to battle behind a fighting <br />man. <br /> <br />We stand at Armageddon, where men have <br />stood before, <br />And whatso be the cost of it our voice is still <br />for war. <br />Now let the traitor truckle, the falterer go <br />fawn, <br />We only ask to follow where the battle line <br />is drawn. <br /> <br />We stand at Armageddon, where fighting <br />men have stood, <br />And creeds and races mingle in one great <br />brotherhood; <br /> <br />And here from dawn to darkness we battle <br />for the Lord; <br />Thy blessing, great Jehovah, on each <br />impatient sword! <br /> <br />B. L. T.<br /><br />Bert Leston Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/battle-song-3/
