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Rh RISE UP! RISE UP, CRUSADERS!

By permission of the author

Never in all the scarlet past

Since God first placed the suns,

Not when the Goths drank deep of blood,

And women feared the Huns,

Not when the hordes of Attila

Made toys of flame and shame,

Came call so clear

For them to hear

Who'd fight in Freedom's name.

Rise up! rise up, crusaders, to meet the hosts of Hell!

They prate of Art and Science but they give us shot and shell;

They call on God, blaspheming, as they plunge their hands in gore;

They've butchered millions, millions, and they'd butcher millions more.

What hold they dear who dare the race

To meet the might they wield?

The smile upon a baby's face?

The maid who would not yield?

The faith that men and nations keep

When sacred vows are made?

Why, then, should Europe's women weep?

Why preach we our crusade?