A Memorial Call
The way to vict'ry

The Vizier's Adjuration

Arise from your graves my old comrades!
The hordes gather at the gates and the guardians are all sleeping!

Arise from your graves my old comrades!
The hordes gather at the gates and the guardians are all sleeping!

Arise!
Arise and take up again your worn weapons and your burial arms!
The soldiers lay with whores and the marshals are drunk with wine!

Arise! Arise!
Arise and renew the solemn oaths that you swore to your ancient gods!
The senators are all traitors and the king is a mad man!

Arise! Arise! Arise!
Arise and fight once more for the land your fathers won
And for the freedom of the people of its present generation
Who are timid and ignorant of the sorcery that bedevils their eyes!

Arise! Arise! Arise!
Arise, for your country needs your courageous spirit this day
Ever more than when you fought and lost your lives in former times,
Lest it fall ere this eve to barbarians and mercenaries and men without honor!

Arise! Arise! Arise!
Arise, for even now conspirators creep toward the inner gates to raise the bar,
While this foolish vizier watches, powerless, save to call out
To dusty tombs and to timeworn memorials of the martial dead,
To the bones and skulls that sleep therein—

Arise!
Arise, I implore you now!
To arms! O bones, to arms!

 


This is a revision of A Memorial Call. I added the third stanza and changed the title.