Woorden: Wishbone Ash. Bona Fide. Come Rain, Come Shine.

Ready the armies and try as we must,
opening wounds of yore.
Under the banner, ?In God We Trust,?
aiming to settle the score.

Come rain, come shine,
all travesties we will repay.
Come rain, come shine,
till dawns that golden day.

Crowns and thrones may perish and fall,
kingdoms rise and wane.
But our trust in holy books and relics prevails,
and constant will remain.

Come rain, come shine,
all travesties we will repay.
Come rain, come shine,
till dawns that golden day.

Rabbis and Popes, Mullahs in cloaks,
in the end, they?re all the same.
The past, the future and the time in between
in the name of peace, re-writing the scene.

Come rain, come shine,
all travesties we will repay.
Come rain, come shine,
till dawns that golden day.

Ready the armies and try as we must,
under the banner, ?In God We Trust