[i]Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; She is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; She hath loosed the fateful lightning of Her terrible swift sword; Her truth is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Her truth is marching on. I have seen Her in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps They have builded Her an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read Her righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; Her day is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Her day is marching on. I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel; “As ye deal with My condemners, so with you My grace shall deal”; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with Her heel, Since the Saint is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since the Saint is marching on. She has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; She is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Her! be jubilant, my feet; Our Saint is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our Saint is marching on. In the beauty of the dark our Saint was born across the stars, With a glory in Her bosom that transfigures and makes us hard: As She strives to seek justice, let us die to make men free; While the Saint is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While the Saint is marching on. She is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave, She is wisdom to the mighty, She is honour to the brave; So the world shall be Her footstool, and the soul of wrong Her slave, Our Saint is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our Saint is marching on[i] Goooooood Morning Aftermath. It is I, the one and only Aunt Joyce sending her love to all of you out there in Vox land. My children, the darkness grows and it is time to put away our hate and mistrust of our brothers and sisters from across the stars. We must welcome them as our brothers, we must treat them as our sisters…don’t even think about it Kelly or I will beat you with a stick… for they are our brothers and sisters, now and always. We must become one is our struggle against the traitor Braxton and his evil ways. Our Imperial brothers have promised us the independence we so rightly crave but this means nothing if Braxton only takes it away from us. That is right my children. The Saint has done it, the revolution has won. We are free but that freedom comes at a price. We must continue the struggle, protect the revolution from those that would take it from us. We shall fight, we shall prevail and we shall win again. I am sorry that you must hear these words from me and not from her, your Saint. But there is much to be done my children, the Saint is kept in planning against the traitor Braxton with our Imperial brothers. His plans are known to us my children, the Saint knows everything about that weak willed man and his puppet lieutenants. Right now our hero Captain Steel and the 13th Irregulars are heading out into the badlands with my sisters to thrust deep into the enemies heart and twist the blade to watch them squirm. We shall see this treason rot before us and sow the fields with their bodies to grow our crops. Our final victory shall be born upon their death and we shall drink deep from that blood filled cup of victory and spit on their graves. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8oF6Jd2R5s [i] When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give him a hearty welcome then Hurrah! Hurrah! The men will cheer and the boys will shout The ladies they will all turn out And we'll all feel gay, When Johnny comes marching home. The old church bell will peal with joy Hurrah! Hurrah! To welcome home our darling boy Hurrah! Hurrah! The village lads and lassies say With roses they will strew the way, And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. Get ready for the Jubilee, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give the hero three times three, Hurrah! Hurrah! The laurel wreath is ready now To place upon his loyal brow And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. Their choicest pleasures then display, Hurrah, hurrah! And let each one perform some part, To fill with joy the warrior's heart, And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home [/i]