Red Gold, J.Brooke

Red Gold
By Jerome Brooke

Empress of the waves, Warrior Queen,
Ruler of the bold,
Lead us to battle, lead us to jewels,
And to red gold.

We are ready to follow,
Ride to the South;
Lead us to victory, or lead us,
To red death.

Why do you cry? Look, find him,
I will surely slay the man,
Find him, the one who has failed,
Who has earned my hand.

Now you smile, now all, all is well,
Queen of the West.
Now my Lady, lead us to victory,
And the test!