The Lion Roars For M Lady Ernestine
The ancient guardians of the land
Supernal warriors of the past
are waiting still I understand
‘Til they are called to protect us.
From some new threat we have to face.
Just when it seems that we must fail.
The long dead champions of our race
will join our ranks: We will prevail.
King Arthur and his band of knights
and Hereward will wake again.
The victors of forgotten fights
will swell our ranks; none will abstain.
So let our enemies beware.
The Lion roars defiance still,
the guardians are yet taking care.
They always have and always will.