Hold Fast, You Brave Ones!

The Northern King arises from his rest
To bring a siege upon a lowly crowd.
He storms the humble homes of those oppressed
And seeks to silence men who can't be cowed.
Behind him stands the dragon, filled with rage;
He knows his kingship has approached its end.
He spurs the Northern King to take the stage
And crush the ones whose faith he's failed to bend.
Though fear may course their veins as they hold fast,
They bravely march ahead throughout the land.
And though the dragon's force is great and vast,
Jehovah's angels swarm like grains of sand.
 Hold fast, you brave ones; don't relax your hand!
 The angels will arrive to take command!