The serpent lies in wait to deceive,
Be ye ready to fight,
To defend the honor of your king,
Who created you in His might.
Gird up your loins with the armor of God,
Arm yourself with His power,
For the battle against all the Minions of Darkness,
Rages on every hour.
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