There Is Peace In The

Hark! I Hear The Tramp Of Thousands, And Of Armèd Men The Hum; Lo, A Nation's Hosts Have Gathered Round The Quick Alarming Drum Saying, Come, Freemen, Come! Ere Your Heritage Be Wasted, Said The Quick Alarming Drum.

Thiar Ain't No Sense In Gittin' Riled!

Never A Tear Bedims The Eye That Time And Patience Will Not Dry.

But, When The Goddess' Work Is Done,the Woman's Still Remains.

Your Voices Break And Falter In The Darkness, Break, Falter, And Are Still.