Who are these children
coming down, coming down.
Like gentle rain though darken skies.
With glory trailing from
their feet as they go.
And endless promise in their eyes!
Who are these young ones growing
tall, growing Strong.
Like silver trees against the storm.
Who will not bend with the
wind or the change,
But stand to fight the world alone!
These are the few, the warriors
Saved for Saturday, to come
The last day of the world
These are they, on Saturday.
These are the strong, the warriors
Rising in the might to win
The battle raging in
The hearts of men, on Saturday.
Strangers from a realm of light
Who have forgotten all.
The memory of their former life.
The purpose of their call.
And so they must learn why they're here
And who they really are.
They must learn why they're here
And who they are!
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Saved for Saturday, to come
The last day of the world
These are they, on Saturday.
These are the strong, the warriors
Rising in the might to win
The battle raging in
The hearts of men, on Saturday.
In there Sunlight Armor they
March Forth to Conqure all
And with there Swords a
Blazed of Fire watch the Darkness Fall
And so they must learn why they're here
And who they really are.
They must learn why they're here
And who they are!
These are the few, the warriors
Saved for Saturday, to come
The last day of the world
These are they, on Saturday.
These are the strong, the warriors
Rising in the might to win
The battle raging in
The hearts of men, on Saturday.
These are they who Come Forth on Saturday
Saturday,Saturday
Saturday!