“The dark eleventh hour Draws on and sees us sold To every evil power We fought against of old ...

The Faith in which we stand, The laws we made and guard, Our honor, lives, and land Are given for reward To Murder done by night, To Treason taught by day, To folly, sloth, and spite, And we are thrust away.

The blood our fathers spilt, Our love, our toils, our pains, Are counted us for guilt, And only bind our chains. Before our countries eyes The traitor claims his price.
What need of further lies? We are the sacrifice. ...

We know the war prepared On ever peaceful home, We know the Hells declared For such a serve not Rome. The terror, threats, and dread In market, hearth, and field. We know, when all is said, We perish if we yield.

Believe, we dare not boast, Believe, we do not fear. We stand to pay the cost In all that men hold dear. ...”

Stand firm, Pedes. The Tree of Liberty has been too long neglected. If it falls to us to make this right, then so be it. No matter how long it takes.