Shadows of Gettysburg
Can there be glory greater than this?
Of land consecrated, by blood and by strife.
Can there be souls- More honored than these here?
Who for their country gave supreme sacrifice.
These hills and these rocks hole mem’ries of battle
Of friendship and reverence and loss of life.
A nation divided, returning only to clash,
In an epic of pride, steel and lead.
Bloodied and tattered, grim and forlorn…
Was it for glory?
Was it for spite?
What was the message?
Was there a choice?
Answer me this, oh dim shadows!
Echoes of that time so long past.
Can you tell me what you fought and died for?
And if, knowing what has come to be,
Would you do it all over again?
poem by Megan Lacey
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They don't believe,
They don't believe,
They all don't believe,
After all the foolish things they did,
They don't believe that I'm making it again,
In all that I do under the sun,
I have no place to lose my future,
Since all life's glory touched me,
This is the definition of my meaning,
That the battle gave me the serene meaning,
I believe that the don't believe,
After all that they did unto me to loss,
But I still wake up to live and move on,
There is no greater joy than to wake up,
There is no greater love than the glory that we get from above.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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The Old Maid's Story
Ay, many and many a year's gone by,
Since the dawn of that day in spring,
When we met in the pine-woods, Harry and I,
And he gave me this golden ring.
I had lovers in plenty, of high degree,
Who wooed in my father's hall;
But none were so noble and brave as he,
Though he was the scorn'd of all.
On the soft, green grass, where the shadows lay,
All fleck'd with the sun and dew,
With a ring and a kiss did we seal, that day,
Our vow to be leal and true.
'Twas a life-long vow;—but they did not know—
And they thought not of love or pain;—
We met just once in the sleet and snow—
We were never to meet again!
He was sent away o'er the blank, wide sea,
And I, with my hopes and fears,
Had never a message to comfort me
For over a score of years.
They laugh'd at my heart, they paraded my hand,
But I answer'd them, cold and grim—
“If Harry ne'er comes to his native land,
They shall only belong to him.”
At last came a tale from the battle-field;—
And they were not scornful now.
The sentence of exile might be repealed—
They would honour our plighted vow!
They told how my Harry, like olden knights,
Had fought for his land and Queen;
Fought hard and well on the Alma heights,
Where the deadliest strife was seen.
They told how he fell in the fire and smoke,
And they gave me his things to keep;
They wonder'd why I never cried or spoke,—
But it was too late to weep.
poem by Ada Cambridge
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My Glory Is Not The Glory of God
MY GLORY IS NOT THE GLORY OF G-D
My glory is not the glory of G-d
I do not know what the glory of God is-
I do not know my own glory.
Glory glory glory
What’s glory?
We are small lost souls in a space and time so far beyond us
It is difficult to imagine
Even God knows how to deal with it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Steel Meets Steel
Back in 1095, when the call to arms came
We had the red cross sown on
Sent to save the holy land and crush the infidels
With strength from above
Steel meets steel
On towards victory we march, the guiding star
Lead us to the battle field
There, the heathens were subdued, and in the end
We forced them all to yield or die
Steel meets steel
In july in 99, the holy city was stormed and won
Jerusalem was freed, we thanked the lord for our glory
We, the templars, have survived by honor and pride
And the blessing of the sword
The quest of the war, forever sung
To the sound of steel meets steel
Steel meets steel
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One Like Moses
As God had passed over Israel, He will lift to Heaven you and me.
Blood was used per God’s Will, on the doors for the angel to see.
Jesus Christ was the one to fulfill, that blood today for you and me,
On the cross on Calvary’s Hill, Christ shed His blood for men see.
Without the blood that was shed, there’s no remission for our sin.
Like Israel, so filled with dread, from their darkened hearts within,
All men are indeed spiritually dead, and must die because of sin.
But Christ died for all men instead, so His Spirit can reside within.
Israel was within a darkened land, a land of much pain and strife.
They were moved by God’s hand, to the Promised Land full of life.
As we look back and understand, we today live in a world of strife.
Today we look to The Son of Man, in whom we can gain New Life.
God saw Israel in time of need, and sent Moses to help His nation.
He sent Moses as one to lead, and to bring Israel to His Salvation.
Through Moses God had freed, the peoples of His Chosen Nation.
Once again He will send His seed, to show them Eternal Salvation.
One like Moses is God’s Son, His Only Begotten Son Jesus Christ.
Christ was God’s Chosen One, sent as God’s Lamb and Sacrifice.
In Christ all was said and done, when God paid the ultimate price.
And once again Christ will come, to lead all nations to Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©12/2005)
The Twenty-Fifth Of April
THIS day is Anzac Day!
Made sacred by the memory
Of those who fought and died, and fought and live,
And gave the best that men may give
For love of Land. It dawns once more,
And, though on alien sea and shore
The guns are silent all,
Yet we with pride recall
The deeds which gave it immortality.
Great deeds are deathless things!
The doer dies, but not the deed,
And, when upon that fateful April day
Our Anzacs, throwing all but love away,
Gave life and limb for Honour's sake,
With Freedom tremblingly at stake,
They lit a beacon-light
Imperishable, bright,
That evermore the Nation's soul shall heed.
Not Peace, not Peace alone
Can make a nation great and good
And bring it that full stature, strength, and grace
That fit it for an age-enduring place
In men's regard. Through storm and strife
It runs to sweet and noble life;
For through its veins there runs
The valour of great sons
Who died to give it stately nationhood.
This day is Anzac Day!
Made sacred by the thrilling thought
Of those who proved their souls, it reappears;
And thus 'twill dawn, and dawn through future years
Till Time our petty deeds efface,
And others, dwelling in our place,
Tell o'er, with tongue and pen,
The glorious tale again
Of how on beach and crag the Anzacs fought.
poem by Roderic Quinn
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Destined For Glory
Once upon a time in a forlorn land,
a man on a mission was left at fates hand
In his eyes you could see the whites turn red
Surrounded by evil, abandoned for dead
Born on the run by the sign of the sun
A mail-clad warrior, the chosen one
His name's been cursed, he is bound to fail
A wandering spirit with the will to prevail
By the sign of the moon,
he swore the oath to fight alone
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without honor, and you're destined to fall
He still can recall his father's words
"Don't loose your faith, let your voice be heard"
Echoes from the past will lead him on
By these words of honor, shine like the sun
By the sign of the moon
He swore the oath to fight alone
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without honor, and you're destined to fall
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without soul and you will loose it all
The prophecies spoke of a wandering man
Skilled with steel, black as the night
Normally veiled from the mortal eyes
His hammer arose like a magic force
With a gaze that turned everything into stone
the warrior spoke, "I am the one"
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without honor, and you're destined to fall
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without soul and you will loose it all
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without honor, and you're destined to fall
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without soul and you will loose it all
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Last Post
THE day's high work is over and done,
And these no more will need the sun:
Blow, you bugles of England, blow!
These are gone where all must go,
Mightily gone from the field they won.
So in the workaday wear of battle,
Touched to glory with God's own red,
Bear we our chosen to their bed!
Settle them lovingly where they fell,
In that good lap they loved so well;
And, their deliveries to the dear Lord said,
And the last desperate volleys ranged and sped,
Blow, you bugles of England, blow,
Over the camps of her beaten foe --
Blow glory and pity to the victor Mother,
Sad, O sad in her sacrificial dead!
Labour, and love, and strife, and mirth,
They gave their part in this kindly earth --
Blow, you bugles of England, blow!
That her Name as a sun among stars might glow,
Till the dusk of time, with honour and worth:
That stung by lust and the pain of battle,
The One Race ever might starkly spread,
And the One Flag eagle it overhead!
In a rapture of wrath and faith and pride,
Thus they felt it, and thus they died;
So to the Maker of homes, to the Giver of bread,
For whose dear sake their triumphing souls they shed,
Blow, you bugles of England, blow,
Though you break the heart of her beaten foe,
Glory and praise to the everlasting Mother,
Glory and peace to her lovely and faithful dead!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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The Dead whno Died for Ireland
The dead who died for Ireland!
Oh, these are living words
To nerve the hearts of patriots —
to steel avenging swords —
They thrill the soul when spoken,
and lowly bend the head
With reverence for the memories
of all our martyred dead.
The dead who died for Ireland —
the noble ones — the best,
Who gave their lives for Motherland,
Who poured upon her breast,
In Freedom's cause, the blood she gave —
Who with their dying breath,
Sent prayers to God to heal her woes —
then sealed their love in death.
The dead who died for Ireland,
How hallowed are their graves!
With all the memories fresh and green,
Oh! how could we be slaves?
How could we patient clang the chain?
How could we fawn and bow?
How could we crouch like mongrels
'neath the keeper's frowning brow?
Be proud, ye men of Ireland!
Be proud of those who died;
Never men o'er all the earth
Had greater cause for pride —
Hope and strive, and league for freedom,
And again the souls will rise
Of the dead who died for Ireland
To cheer you to the prize.
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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Future Glory
Through God’s Glory we shall shine, up in the Heavens for all of time.
Saved by Christ’s matchless Love, to shine forever in Heaven above.
Though the wicked don’t understand, we give Glory to the Son of Man.
Although He lives, He died for us, bringing Glory to our frames of dust.
Some wake to everlasting contempt; refusing the Son, God had sent.
While all men who believe in Christ, will rise above to Everlasting Life.
Although by men He was despised, Christ will capture all men’s eyes.
When in His Glory, God will come, through the Glory of Christ His Son.
When He returns to earth we’ll see, Christ in all His Glory and Majesty.
We shall shine in the Glory of, the One who died, to show God’s Love.
Men, who lead men to righteousness, will by God be eternally blessed.
For they will be purified and refined, to shine as the stars for all of time.
The Lord is watching from His Throne, noting the lives of His very own.
In His presence was written a scroll, what He remembers of every soul.
Noting men whose hearts implored, His mercy as they sought The Lord.
For in their heart was a reverent fear, knowing judgment was soon near.
They feared God honoring His Name, living above reproach and shame.
Knowing this, God said ‘they are mine”, to be His treasure for all of time.
God will distinguish the wicked from, the righteous belonging to His Son.
To shine like the Heavens forevermore, with God’s Son, Christ our Lord.
Desinted For Glory
Once upon a time in a forlorn land,
A man on a mission was left at fates hand
In his eyes you could see the whites turn red
Surrounded by evil, abandoned for dead
Born on the run by the sign of the sun
A mail-clad warrior, the chosen one
His names been cursed, he is bound to fail
A wandering spirit with the will to prevail
By the sign of the moon,
He swore the oath to fight alone
Fight with your heart, and youre destined for glory
But fight without honor, and youre destined to fall
He still can recall his fathers words
Dont loose your faith, let your voice be heard
Echoes from the past will lead him on
By these words of honor, shine like the sun
By the sign of the moon
He swore the oath to fight alone
Fight with your heart, and youre destined for glory
But fight without honor, and youre destined to fall
Fight with your heart, and youre destined for glory
But fight without soul and you will loose it all
The prophecies spoke of a wandering man
Skilled with steel, black as the night
Normally veiled from the mortal eyes
His hammer arose like a magic force
With a gaze that turned everything into stone
The warrior spoke, I am the one
Fight with your heart, and youre destined for glory
But fight without honor, and youre destined to fall
Fight with your heart, and youre destined for glory
But fight without soul and you will loose it all
Fight with your heart, and youre destined for glory
But fight without honor, and youre destined to fall
Fight with your heart, and youre destined for glory
But fight without soul and you will loose it all
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Tall Tail
The moon listens as the sun tells a battle of epic proportions long ago,
that man can’t recall.
The sea and the land, were in a war of great power.
They fought and they fought until the sky stepped in,
being wise it knew what they desired.
Sky told them of its plan, to let each have its own, yet know the other.
Sky took some water and sprinkled it over the land, and put land under the water.
But they weren’t satisfied, they wanted to reside in sky’s domain as well,
so the land rose up and the sea jumped toward the sky and the battle was over.
poem by Michael Blancarte
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An Influential Leader
We need today an influential leader, for a nation that has gone awry,
A man who cares much deeper, about The Lord, who reigns on High,
Who is guided in all his choices, by The Creator, who rules the skies,
And not moved by political voices, causing the country sure demise.
We need a leader who is not afraid, to stand upon the Word of God,
Marching not in the political parade, but, led by God’s staff and rod,
This to lead this now divided nation, a country which all truly cherish,
Back to God’s sure Revelation, before, as a people we surely perish.
We need a leader of more courage, who will rise up and take a stand,
Pointing all, to their blessed heritage, all across this prosperous land,
A man made of truth and integrity, who stands behind his moral guns,
Through each town and every city, long after, for office this man runs.
He will need character and fortitude, to lead a nation that’s so diverse,
For, with such a divided multitude, things ahead could only get worse.
He needs a vision sound and clear, to reach all the country as a whole,
To comfort those who fall into fear, as it speaks to this country’s soul.
A leader with God’s righteousness, who will choose to do what’s right,
To take us out of this moral mess, to lead us from darkness into light.
A leader to move the hearts of men, clear across the land that we trod,
So all of the people can say again, truly we are one nation under God.
The Power Of Thy Sword
Lord of battle I pray on bended knee conquest by the rising sun
I'll wait for thy command with flame and blood at hand
glory and a broken sword.
I'm the master of the world I have no fear of man or beast
Born inside the soul of the world
Riding hard breaking bone with steel and stone
Eternal might I was born to wield.
Let us drink to the battles we've lived and we've fought
Celebrate the pain and havoc we have wrought
Great heroes charge into the fight
From the north to the south in the black of night
The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall
Gods of war feel the power of my sword
Drink to the battles we've lived and we've fought
Celebrate the pain and havoc we have wrought
Great heroes charge into the fight
From the north to the south in the black of night
Fierce is my blade fierce is my hate born to die in battle
I laugh at my fate
Now pay in blood when your blood has been spilled
You're never forgiven death is fulfilled !
The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall
Gods of war feel the power of my sword
The clash of honor calls
I will stand when others fall
Open magic doors
The will know the power of my sword
There is blood in my hands there is blood in my eyes
With blood in my voice I scream as you die
Thirsting for vengeance and mounds of the slain
Shaking the forest onto the plain
Fierce is my blade fierce is my hate born to die in battle
I laugh at my fate
Now pay in blood when your blood has been spilled
You're never forgiven death is fulfilled !
The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall
Gods of war feel the power of my sword
Know the power of my sword
Know the power of my sword
Know the power of my sword
Know the power of my sword
They will know the power of my sword
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Flags & Tears & Heros
' For every flag, for every tear, for every Soldier loss.
A pride for One's Country and Freedom rings in Honor and Glory.
To die for Our Country is the most Distinguished Honor.
To all the fallen Soldiers and their Families,
There is never enough Thanks and Salutes for the Honor You gave to this Country.
Your Life is precious to all and you will be missed and remembered.
Watch over us in your new Mission from above.
The Sun will always remind us for the scarify you gave, to make it shine so bright.
The wind is your soul to touch our lives. TY for All you did My Fellow HEROS! ! ! ! '
poem by Michael Peterson
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Ode For Washington’s Birthday
CELEBRATION OF THE MERCANTILE LIBRARY ASSOCIATION,
FEBRUARY 22, 1856
WELCOME to the day returning,
Dearer still as ages flow,
While the torch of Faith is burning,
Long as Freedom's altars glow!
See the hero whom it gave us
Slumbering on a mother's breast;
For the arm he stretched to save us,
Be its morn forever blest!
Hear the tale of youthful glory,
While of Britain's rescued band
Friend and foe repeat the story,
Spread his fame o'er sea and land,
Where the red cross, proudly streaming,
Flaps above the frigate's deck,
Where the golden lilies, gleaming,
Star the watch-towers of Quebec.
Look! The shadow on the dial
Marks the hour of deadlier strife;
Days of terror, years of trial,
Scourge a nation into life.
Lo, the youth, become her leader
All her baffled tyrants yield;
Through his arm the Lord hath freed her;
Crown him on the tented field!
Vain is Empire's mad temptation
Not for him an earthly crown
He whose sword hath freed a nation
Strikes the offered sceptre down.
See the throneless Conqueror seated,
Ruler by a people's choice;
See the Patriot's task completed;
Hear the Father's dying voice!
'By the name that you inherit,
By the sufferings you recall,
Cherish the fraternal spirit;
Love your country first of all!
Listen not to idle questions
If its bands maybe untied;
Doubt the patriot whose suggestions
Strive a nation to divide!'
Father! We, whose ears have tingled
With the discord-notes of shame,--
We, whose sires their blood have mingled
In the battle's thunder-flame,--
Gathering, while this holy morning
Lights the land from sea to sea,
Hear thy counsel, heed thy warning;
Trust us, while we honor thee!
poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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The Champion
Gaze upon the stake,
Flames will soon start to embrace
Condemned, auto da f,
Shes about to fall from grace
In the land of the rising sun
Shadows are falling again
The die is cast, the future and past
Coming to her at last
Oh, oh, oh
All she needed was a champion
Oh, oh, oh
Crying for a saviour to fight for her life
Behold, the freedom cries
By the dying of the light
Too late to justify
For vindication upon this night
In the land of the rising sun
Shadows are falling again
From out of nowhere, a rider declared
To answer her final prayer
Oh, oh, oh
He stood up to be the champion
Oh, oh, oh
He became the saviour that fought for her life
Face to face, eye to eye
The saviour fought to save her pride
Far beyond the starlit skies, the encounter went on
Gaze upon the stake,
As the flames start to embrace
A life, an act of faith,
Long-lost gone without a trace
In the land of the rising sun
Shadows are falling again
The die is cast for the future and past
Came for her at last
Oh, oh, oh
All she needed was a champion
Oh, oh, oh
Crying for a saviour to fight for her
Oh, oh, oh
He stood up to be the champion
Oh, oh, oh
He became the saviour that fought for her life
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The Dragon Lies Bleeding
Ride through the valley in thunder and rain
The battle is raging, redeem this domain
The castle of eden lies silent above
Darkness surrounded us, away we must go
I look through the eyes of the world
I see theres a stranger among us.
Awaiting a sign from above
To conquer the power and the glory
Enter the battle, our will to enchain
Bringing us forward, defeating the pain
Into the meeting with swords made of steel
Were standing together the secret reveals
I look through the eyes of the world
I know whos the stranger among us
Awaiting a sign from above
To conquer the power and glory
Come across to the promised land
Close your eyes, I will take your hand
Through the river of steel well go
When the dragon lies bleeding
Above the glory well carry on
Now the time has come to return back home
The setting sun illuminates the dead
The battlefield field is shining red.
Silent lies eden on top of the moor
Were fighting with honor protecting our lord
The last one survivor lies bleeding. I kneel
Into his heart I settle the steel
I look through the eyes of the world
I see theres a stranger among us.
Awaiting a sign from above
To conquer the power and the glory
Come across to the promised land
Close your eyes, I will take your hand
Through the river of steel well go
When the dragon lies bleeding
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One Shot At Glory
Let me hear the battle cry
Calling on the wind
Let me see the banners fly
Before the storm begins
Let me feel the spirits soar
Destroy the enemy
Striking at the evil core
For all the world to see
This day will last forever
Deep in the hearts of men
Courage and victory
Remember, remember
One shot at glory
In the crossfire overhead
Fate stands before me
Words have all been said
One shot at glory
Driving hard and seeing red
Destiny calls me
One night of fire
One shot at glory
Fighting on with dignity
In life and death we deal
The power and the majesty
Amidst the blood and steel
I still hear the battle cry
The call goes on and on
I still see the banners fly
The battles always won
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Circle Of Tyrants
After the battle is over
And the sand's drunken the blood
All what there remains
Is the bitterness of delusion
The immortality of the Gods
Sits at their side
As they leave the walls behind
To reach the jewels gleam
The days have come
When the steel will rule
And upon his head
A crown of gold
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant's the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
I sing the ballads
Of victory and defeat
I hear the tales
Of frozen mystery
The new kingdoms rise by the circle of the tyrants
In the land of darkness the warrior, that was me
Grotesque glory none will (ever) see them fall
And hunts and wars are like everlasting shadows
Where the winds cannot reach the tyrant's might was born
And often I look back with tears in my eyes
Grotesque glory none will (ever) see them fall
And hunts and wars are like everlasting shadows
song performed by by Obituary
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