By .s.t.a.r. .s.p.a.n.g.l.e.d.
A world vast, a world new;
A world undone, a world renewed.
An ancient struggle, an ongoing war.
Few know what we’re fighting for.
If you can make it to the top,
Work night and day, and never stop,
Then you might be who we’re seeking, thus:
The war will be won, blood absorbed in the dust.
But though we may wish, and though we may hope,
The enemy waits; he’s not a dope.
Then on a starry, moonlight night,
He will arise to kinder fright.
If you believe the savior is you,
Go ahead, spear him though,
And do what noone else could do.