Everyone wants to be there
When 'Revolution' has begun
has no heart the metal
to cross the Rubicon...
All want to shout 'Victory'
and sing a 'Glory' song
But few are the Champions
as the battle rages on...
There's none who leave a war zone
without scar in mind and flesh
they say there are no heroes
Yet they rise and do not rest...
So stand aside 'ye saber-rattlers'
and you who speak in jest
this ain't a game of toys
God's armor on humble breast...
The standards have been unfurled
Stallions mounted high
The Lord of Host, His armies
Love that shall not die...