I, Battle Hymn, by Amory McKeever

Armed with invincible breath

And sewn from unbreakable skin

I march in the face of my death

Towards a certain unshakable end

Thus always to tyrants my sword

My shield to stretcher my soul 

Dare not pray my fate to the Lord 

For salvation was never the goal

The aim was to bleed, sweat, and toil 

Until my spirit shines as the Sun 

That Liberty may grow from the soil 

And Freedom is what I become