It may not be obvious
From the scene presented;
In which we stand
Shoulder to shoulder
In the dragon crowds,
But we are, normally,
Of different flags.
But make no mistake;
This night his strikes
Will be my strikes
And my shield will be his.
Spirits are high,
Pulses ramped
And we expect
Our red-men champions
To bring the whip,
The hammer
And swords of
Justice thunder
To your Iron Tower,
Your channel shore
Of golden sun and
Riderless horses!