I dreamed that dream again tonight
And woke to hear the words that lay
Upon my sweated lips:
“Today, tomorrow, petty pace,
Dream on soldier run the race.
Survival only knows the win-
The fight to wipe away the sins
Of many who have gone before.
Take up their arms, take up the floor
And speak not empty words’ delay
But fight the terror here today. “
And so he took the bloodied sword
And plunged it deep inside his breast
And from that wound a million swarmed
To tame the beast,
To take up arms,
To fight the undead snake that lay
Engorged with souls of sleeping men;
And raise the banner of Christ’s domain.