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On a field sable, semé d'argent estoile:
De crescent argent, rondel d'or, rondel gules,
Rondel d'azure a vair.
Black the field of the nights devise
Silver scattered with all
On the field of the nights device
Ride our hopes, ride our fears
Ride the dreams of us all
Glittering stars fleck the nights broad shield
Silver beckons burning far
Blocking boundaries upon a field
Every night a challenge bright
A quest for fire and steel
Crescent moon fading far behind
Silver centurion of skies
Guiding guardians for questing minds
Fills our souls, lifts our goals
Leads us on to the skies
Gone the globes, once the hopes of men
Gone the hearth and the womb
Gift of arms and of vigilance
On that field, darkness yields
Rockets flare once again
On a field sable, semé d'argent estoile:
De crescent argent, rondel d'or, rondel gules,
Rondel d'azure a vair.