The sound of the fiery wind
awake the cities on a worldly morning, stretching the noise of a new beginning
Coward men rule from high places
They form an army spread across
country hills
Pentecost was their valiant baptism
They took the world with their battle shields; their armours, swords and diamond feet, shook the earth like never seen
The formation took Greece glamour cities, naught sparing their blood
on Asian streets; the burnt of their beards on Rome crucible
They fought tirelessly,
The spirit of the world and principalities, was the brutal enemies
They wrestled with
The nobility of the Soldiers was tested on their knees
The swords pierce their soul with a fatal bleed, joy was the song of their victory
O Holy Apostles! Holy martyrs found worthy of Heavenly treasuries
The chambers of grape and wheat
welcome thee
MO.
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