The Golden Wave

Against a dark and mortal foe,

Where cloud and shadow ebb and flow

Beneath the black and fiery sky

That bids all hope despair and die;

Far from the West, beyond the sea,

Where starlight gleamed upon the trees

And eagles soared o’er mountains fair,

Where endless song dwelt in the air,

Behold! there swells a mighty wave

Of banner, shield, and swordsman brave

Upon the brink of radiant light,

That pierces all the host of night.

Upon the sea of grey and dark

This host of light, this flaming spark,

Descends, and swift, ‘neath golden flood,

The shadow flees, with heroes’ touch.