William Watson - The World in Armor 1 lyrics

Under this shade of crimson wings abhorred That never wholly leaves the sky serene, While Vengeance sleeps a sleep so light, between Dominions that acclaim Thee overlord-- Sadly the blast of Thy tremendous word, Whate'er its mystic purport may have been, Echoes across the ages, Nazarene: Not to bring peace Mine errand, but a sword. For lo, Thy world uprises and lies down In armor, and its Peace is War, in all Save the great d**h that weaves War's dreadful crown; War unennobled by heroic pain, War without triumph, without glorious fall; War that sits smiling, with the eyes of Cain.