Warriors of The King

Fighting in the valley of the shadow of Death, many they have been wounded.  Many lay upon their mats, nigh to the pains of death.  High King to come, High King to heal...these His wounded ones.

We are His warriors, His stewards in the lands.  Guardians of the Truth, proclaimers of His ways.  We are the wounded warriors, healed by His hands.  We are those who ride through the lands, shrowed in the cover of darkness, proclaiming His kingdom to all who will listen.
 We are those who have tasted of Death and still ride.  We are those who have seen the Light of the King.  We are those who carry His banner before the watching world....Ride on, Ride strong, and may His Kingdom Come!

~ Traveller Gal, out!