On loftiest height
In glorious sight
There stood a banner, bright
With hues of red
And hues of gold
It waved its signal bold
Standing tall
A warrior, stalwart
Leans against his sword
Having fought
The victory, bought
The bond that was his word
Now upon
Horizon, dawn
Hosts of Doom
Come with their gloom
Now he rides
With fiery eyes
Sword upheld
Demeanor fell
It is said
And so it's read
That his charge, he solely lead
And at last
The trumpet blast
Was heard across the land
And he fought
The dread horde lot
As a pillar of light
One man taking
On one hundred
Cleansing out the Blight