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Arm thee! Arm thee! Forth upon the road!
Michael is calling the hosts of God.

Arm thee! Arm thee! Out into the night!
Forth again, forth again, child of the light!

Arm thee! Arm thee! Take the sword
Bright with the might of the glory of the Lord.

Arm thee! Arm thee! The morning Kings
Have heard the murmur of Michael's wings.
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