Emerald Flames of the Faithful

Steel in hand, they walk the night. Shadows bow before their light.

No crown, no throne, no velvet halls. Only the call

that shakes the wall. Oh. No goal to seek,

no fame to claim. Only fire burning His name. Emerald flames,

in the dark they rise. For the faithful, their lives baptized.

No glory, no gain, no worldly gain. Only to die in His holy

name. Oh. The innocents sleep, the blade stands guard.

No one sees the battle scars. Blood on stone, tears on steel. But in the