From the still and quiet night
A whispered voice floats on the wind
It carries over many leagues
And brings the message that we sinned.
From the place we thought to hide
Rises up a mighty host
And in the battle that ensues
We find our way to that post.
In the heart that wandered far
Shattered into pieces lost
Scattered to the ends of life
We find a line that has been tossed.
Rise O children of the light
In your trenches filled with mud
Hear the call amidst the fight
And answer with your very blood.