In this fragile moment looming, distressing both the righteous and wrong. The fleeting hour dividing, the dominion of wicked souls and the quickening unknown.
The river ahead, a branch dividing. Fierce the rapid waters of Rubicon heat fording partisan hearts. Or pale corpse carried quiet by cold Styx, the late in choosing, do not decide.
Be you baptized by the boiling torrent's flood? Or, cold and gently wading, be cleaned of noble freedom's stains.
Patient, men contemplate in queue the hour. The cattle cars coupling, we one to another.
Entrain on antique ribbons, red, rusted rails, the destination a legacy: eternity, freedom, or perdition for your heirs.
The Time for Choosing:
In this fragile moment looming, distressing both the righteous and wrong. The fleeting hour dividing, the dominion of wicked souls and the quickening unknown.
The river ahead, a branch dividing. Fierce the rapid waters of Rubicon heat fording partisan hearts. Or pale corpse carried quiet by cold Styx, the late in choosing, do not decide.
Be you baptized by the boiling torrent's flood? Or, cold and gently wading, be cleaned of noble freedom's stains.
Patient, men contemplate in queue the hour. The cattle cars coupling, we one to another.
Entrain on antique ribbons, red, rusted rails, the destination a legacy: eternity, freedom, or perdition for your heirs.