RISE UP! RISE UP, CRUSADERS!
By permission of the author
Never in all the scarlet past
Since God first placed the suns,
Not when the Goths drank deep of blood,
And women feared the Huns,
Not when the hordes of Attila
Made toys of flame and shame,
Came call so clear
For them to hear
Who'd fight in Freedom's name.
Rise up! rise up, crusaders, to meet the hosts of Hell!
They prate of Art and Science but they give us shot and shell;
They call on God, blaspheming, as they plunge their hands in gore;
They've butchered millions, millions, and they'd butcher millions more.
What hold they dear who dare the race
To meet the might they wield?
The smile upon a baby's face?
The maid who would not yield?
The faith that men and nations keep
When sacred vows are made?
Why, then, should Europe's women weep?
Why preach we our crusade?
