Loosed from the Glove

Words and Music: János Katona
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Fly through the night for the call has come;
The war-horns are sounding in time to the drum.
Fly from the hills and the plains of our land
To follow the banners, to heed the command!
Gather the spearmen, the archers and bards
For kingdom and country require ev'ry guard!
Gear up for battle and prepare for the fight
For Calontir musters and takes now to flight!

For we are the Falcons who hunt on the wing!
We are the legion who fly for our king!
We are the hunters who strike from above!
We are the Falcon, loosed from the glove!

Fly into battle borne aloft on wings
Your hearts bold in triumph, let your voices ring!
Talons a-bristle turned toward the foe
To swoop down and strike them a deadly blow.
Now in the battle the fray is joined;
On wings shining golden is vic'try coined!
Loose from your throats your glory cry
As Calontir over the field now flies!

For we are the Falcons who hunt on the wing!
We are the legion who fly for our king!
We are the hunters who strike from above!
We are the Falcon, loosed from the glove!

Vic'try is yours to claim, now circle home;
Return to the nest from whence you roam.
Carry in talons all the spoils of war
And rest for when next you are called to soar!
Tuck in your head, descend to sleep;
Prepare for the vigil you are sworn to keep
To rise once again aloft on wings of gold:
This army of the loyal, the stalwart and the bold!

For we are the Falcons who hunt on the wing!
We are the legion who fly for our king!
We are the hunters who strike from above!
We are the Falcon, loosed from the glove!

For we are the Falcons who hunt on the wing!
We are the legion who fly for our king!
We are the hunters who strike from above!
We are the Falcon, loosed from the glove!

Copyright 2013 by Joel E. Ricketts. All Rights Reserved. Permission is granted for non-commercial reproduction, performance, and distribution.

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