Glory, glory hallelujah,
In a battle He's the ruler,
He died to make us peaceful, let us fight to make us free,
His love goes marching on!

He and She are put together by the dying of the great,
He surrounds us with a fear that She relieves us at the gate,
If we die and enter Wondeath utter peace will be our fate,
Her love goes marching on!

Glory, glory hallelujah,
In a battle She's the ruler,
She died to make us peaceful, let us fight to make us free,
Her love goes marching on!

Having felt the wind of asword on our face and in our heart,
We are tempered, ready, willing, we will fight hard from the start,
And our love for peace will carry us when we are torn apart,
Their love goes marching on!

Glory, glory hallelujahs,
In a battle They're the rulers,
They died to make us peaceful, let us fight to make us free,
Their love goes marching on!

(Earth lyrics by Julia Ward Howe)

Ballad of the Abalone

You may look in vain for wontaufe,
And you'll never see a-one,
But sometimes between the planets
And the swirling of the sun

You can hear a ghostly music
As golafe go marching on,
You can hear them as they answer
To that roll-call in the Won.

Sentrademus, Philn, Tianka
And a hundred-eighty more,
Pensa, Jos, and Quillotina
Present and accounted for.

Back a billion years ago,
Gahn told Sentrademus,
"Take some volunteers and go
Fortify the Abalone."

Well the fighters came from Lexis
And from old Magell's Sea,
And they joined Sentrademus
Just to fight for the right to be free.

Cluster scouts with enershields,
Golafe with bright aswords,
Stood together with their own
To defend the Abalone.

"You may never see your loved ones."
Sentra told them that day.
"Those who want to can leave now;
Those who'll fight to the Won, let 'em stay."

In the dust she drew a line
With her glowing asword.
Out of a hundred eighty five
Not a warrior crossed the line.

With his fighters a dancin'
In the sun's golden forge,
Setané flowed in prancin'
On a shield that was dark as the quarzh.

Setané called Sentrademus
On out to surrender,
Sentra answered, "Go to hell!"
With a rousin' rebel yell.

Setané was so startled,
Made to play low he roared,
"I will show them no order;
Every one will be put to asword!"

One hundred and eighty five
Holdin' back five thousand,
Five turns, six turns, eight turns, ten,
Sentra held and held again.

Then she sent for replacements
For her wounded and lame,
But the troops that were comin'
Never came, never came, never came.

Twice he charged them through recall,
On the fatal third time
Setané did breach the wall,
And he killed them one and all.

Now the music is silent,
And there's dust on each asword,
And a small band of fighters
Lie asleep in the arms of Won's Lord.

In the southern part of Lexis,
Near the star of Abalone,
Like a statue on a spital
Flows a gola all alone.

And he sees the star a-blazin'
Where trillennium ago
Setané's hoards were brazen,
Swingin' aswords high and low.

And his eyes turn sort of misty,
And his heart begins to glow,
And he raises asword slowly
To golafe of the Abalone--

To the thirteen turns of glory
At the siege of Abalone.

(Earth lyrics and music by Marty Robbins -- "Ballad of the Alamo")

War Balm Lullaby

Eyes to heav'n, on your knee,
Say a prayer for a new peace,
Gone the battle, good and evil,
Gone the dying, tears and fright.

In our hearts war is gone,
And the peace we have won,
In our hearts we are done,
All the dawns we'll be one.

Lullaby, and goodnight,
Flow away softly sleeping,
When you dream, dream of peace,
Dream of happiness and light.

(Earth lyrics and music by Johannes Brahms)