The streets run red with blood. The war has at last come home. The watchman has failed and the battle is on our door step. In a fight for our live even our way of life. We unfold our armor and raise our banners in preparation for what may be our last fight. In the halls of reason, our words have failed. The tide of carnage is too great, the hope of peace has sailed. So gird your ***** for battle, stand for the innocent that cringe in fear. Let ring the battle horn and see that battle is near. From corner to corner through out every street, let our prayers rise up and shake the heavens until our enemies suffer defeat. Let our nation be returned from the hand of the oppressors and the deceitful, let righteousness once again prevail. Let not the streets run again red with blood, let not our faith fail.