Awaken to the Cross by Keith D Allison Pains upon the chest the heavy breath the dark of morning Awake, awake The dreams of youth the stars the moon upon the quiet sea beneath the sleeping Dragon Oh hear, Oh hear the ancient fathers calling Saxon blood The Saxon blood deep in time that friend that sword that does intertwine eye to eye breath to breath man to man the warrior facing death The fathers beckoning that breath of home calling calling the wind roams the Saxon knows The great God Whispers this name he who the great legions slay buried he overcame and walked away 04/05/2009 Posted on 04/05/2009 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)