"Their webs shall not become garments, neither shall they cover themselves with their works: their works are works of inquity and the act of violence is in their hands." — isaiah lix. 6. The dark eleventh hourdraws on and sees us soldto every evil powerwe fought against of old -rebellion, rapine, hate,oppression, wrong and greedare loosed to rule our fateby england's art and deed. The faith in which we stand,the laws we made and guard,our honour, lives, and landare given for rewardto murder done by nightto treason taught by day,to folly, sloth, and spite,and we are thrust away. The blood our fathers spilt,our love, our toils, our painsare counted us for guiltand only bind our chains -before an empire's eyesthe traitor claims his price.What need of further lies?We are the sacrifice. We know the war preparedon ever peaceful homewe know the hells preparedfor such as serve not romethe terror, threats, and breadin market, hearth, and field -we know, when all is said,we perish if we yield. Believe we dare not boast,believe we dare not fear:we stand to pay the costin all that men hold dear.What answer from the north?One law, one land, one throne!If england drives us forthwe shall not fall alone.