'Our cavalry have rescued Nazareth from the enemy whose supermen br described Christianity as a creed for slaves.' br br br The Emperor mocked at Nazareth br In his almighty hour. br The Slave that bowed himself to death br And walked with slaves in Nazareth, br What were his words but wasted breath br Before that 'will to power'? br br Yet, in the darkest hour of all, br When black defeat began, br The Emperor heard the mountains quake, br He felt the graves beneath him shake, br He watched his legions rally and break, br And he whimpered as they ran. br br 'I hear a shout that moves the earth, br A cry that wakes the dead! br Will no one tell me whence they come, br For all my messengers are dumb? br What power is this that comes to birth br And breaks my power?' he said. br br Then, all around his foundering guns, br Though dawn was now not far, br The darkness filled with a living fear br That whispered at the Emperor's ear, br 'The armies of the dead draw near br Beneath an eastern star.' br br The trumpet blows in Nazareth. br The Slave is risen again. br Across the bitter wastes of death br The horsemen ride from Nazareth, br And the Power we mocked as wasted breath br Returns, in power, to reign; br Rides on, in white, through Nazareth, br To save His world again.