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