CRUSADERS
They who have seen the vision,
We who have dreamed the dream,
Are comrades of a mighty host,
Crusaders of the Gleam.
Some lads will fall in battle,
Some wave victorious swords;
Some knit the pitying web of love,
Or forge the glowing words.
Still, shoulder set to shoulder,
We tread the fields of fate,
Our hearts invincible to crush
Truculent ranks of Hate.
And comrade heartens comrade
Through voids of time and space,
Flashing the Sign upon his brow,
A light upon his face.