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They Speak From the Grave
We hear the voice of those long passed
Beyond the realm of sight.
They trod the path which all must tread
And faced the falling night.
The sword of truth they girded on.
Took up the shield of faith.
Ahead the hosts of darkness grim;
At hand no resting place.
Today beyond the deathless grave
We hear their battle cry:
“Fight on! Fight on! Oh turn not back!
If Truth be worthy – die!”
Their cry awoke the echos voice
And down the following years
We hear their footsteps in the mists
As soft as falling tears.
They being dead yet cry aloud
Mid ages restless flight.
Though dust to dust return again
By faith they vanquished night!
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