The Hour Has Come That Separates Us, Let It Be

Three small and tearful children ran to one of the soldiers, a red haired man preparing to ride out on a horse to join the muster. As he gathered his family, zwingl fought for words. He knew that the battle was nearly hopeless. Outnumbered and outmatched, the men were ready to falter. The chaplain raised his voice and cried out, men, this is our evil day. We must not shrink back now when our friends need us most. Whether we live or die, we are the lords.

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