To die as none before
All ghostly attire at war,
In saintly badge sewn strong
To lapel on wings blessed long.
Then wave your banner in heaven to our Lord
Where saintly angels do applaud,
and give you seat over minion fold
As eternal judge over wars God told
That bellow day and night in innocent hell,
Where you proudly fell.
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