Three times through year's cycle we take pilgrim's journey
To warfields made holy by our grandfathers' deeds.
Not for ransoms, nor glory, nor the thrill of the tourney,
While Crusading we follow where the Calon Cross leads.
This cup of gold broth is our army's Communion,
Shared with sword brother after fighting fierce foe.
This Falcon's Cathedral is Our Royal Pavilion,
Where we gather hymn-singing as to war's fray we go.
Good biscuits sustain us; the host of our warhost,
As we gather for Matins, roused by trumpet's harsh tone.
We prepare for war's high Mass, that office we love most.
No one wearing a Falcon shall worship alone.
This cup of gold broth is our army's Communion,
Shared with sword brother after fighting fierce foe.
This Falcon's Cathedral is Our Royal Pavilion,
Where we gather hymn-singing as to war's fray we go.
Some are kneeling as prayerful, beneath fresh raised altar
The bishops behind them with croziers held high.
With strong faith in each other we let no brother falter.
And rich off'rings brought forward bring a tear to our eye.
This cup of gold broth is our army's Communion,
Shared with sword brother after fighting fierce foe.
This Falcon's Cathedral is Our Royal Pavilion,
Where we gather hymn-singing as to war's fray we go.
With the service concluded, we share greatest treasure.
Sermons are preached on the deeds of dear friends.
The fellowship's joys are a wealth beyond measure.
We thank now Finola and the soup that she sends.
This cup of gold broth is our army's Communion,
Shared with sword brother after fighting fierce foe.
This Falcon's Cathedral is Our Royal Pavilion,
Where we gather hymn-singing as to war's fray we go.
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