A prayer for my country proud, looking down the barrel loud.

Our hands strong gripped tight around the iron,

our eyes focused far on the foreign crowd.

Piercing the minds eye and filling the vowed

heart with hot blood flushing our ears wowed,

and our pulse rushing.

Think too, in our hands are the nails of of the crushing, hushing Lion.

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