Fear overcome by determination of a vision,
In defense of the body of Christ, wounded and ever bleeding,
Rhythmic drums place strength in the soul,
With fierce voice pounding within,
Body girded by the Lord,
A heart set upon the God and Father of victories,
Right hand armed with the pride of steel,
Feet marching towards enemy lands in iron.
Mounted with aimed spear,
A certain end,
In the victory of a holy death
Or the victory of the sword.
A spirit,
That lifts the body beyond this earth
where ranks of warrior saints kneel and intercede,
Animates the body to become a god of war.