Hold the Course
Hold the course ye men of steel,
We march into the night!
Cross the bridge and o’er the ridge,
In single-minded flight.
Hold the course into the wild,
We’ve mettle tempered true,
By the fiersome fires of fate,
With vigour coursing through.
As the moon is peering wise—
As white as winter owls,
Clouds like cataclysmic smoke,
As cryptic midnight prowls.
As the mountain looms in ire,
And wolves in number croon,
We will hum the tune of hope,
In effervescent swoon.
Hold the course we’ll not despair,
Though lightless forests wait,
Hold the vision of our keep,
Its stalwart iron gate.
Through the thicket, through the dell,
By moonbeams scarce and thin,
We’ll find such furs to rest our bones,
And then our dreams begin!
Hold the course into the dark—
Our candle is our grit,
That’s the god we would revere,
Our chorus proud of it!
Spy the waterfall in light,
The grace of ages past!
Sing and bring thy sword to swing,
In futures awesome vast.
adamdaniel 