From the darkness the enemy emerges,
Black malice in his eyes.
The hearts of Death zealously purges,
'Almighty! hear the people's cries!'
Merciful deliverance at the hand of mighty God,
His covenant with his people doth he recall.
So Father calls sons to defend his holy sod,
Under Yahweh's blessing shall they never fall.
Shining of silver their swords they did wield,
His sons, Crusaders set forth.
Reclaiming for light what Death had steeled,
Iron of body and spirit prove its worth.
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Deus Vult
PoetryThis piece is inspired from Crusades, specifically the 1st Crusade. However. I find that the Lord calls his soldiers to spiritual warfare even now and this poem is, therefore, not dated, but relevant.
