Raise Your Arms, Clap Your Hands

Lyrics: Robert Hunter? and ??
Music: Robert Hunter? and ??

Written for the soundtrack of the never-completed movie "Armageddon Rag." I'm not sure who wrote it: some bits sound as if they could be by Robert Hunter, who wrote a number of other songs for the film. It was recorded by a band called (for the movie) the Nazguls, comprising Robert Hunter, John Cipollina, Merl Saunders, Tony Saunders and Gaylord Birch, along with Armageddon Rag and Resurrection Rag.

In the version mixed for the movie, it was introduced, to the background of a screaming crowd
:

Ladies and gentlemen, once in America, a battle raged for the heads and hearts of a generation. You are that generation. Here are your warriors. For the first time in thirteen years, spread your blackened wings and fly - with the Nazguls.
Lyrics, as best I can make them out:
One, two, three, four

Hold it rock, sweet little roll
You can't push [God's ain't cold]
Clap your hands till they bleed
Peace, love is all we need

One two
Raise your arms, clap your hands
That makes you a part of the plan
Gonna spread our great black pair of wings
Fly now, all over this land

The closer we come, the further we get
Still out run, get there yet
The more we sound, the less we fight
Gonna shoot out front, rock all night

One, two, three, four

The more we search, the less they hear
Rolls right out of the other ear
Here's the [trope] that keeps them coming
The more we rock, the less they rule

One, two, three, four
Raise your arms, clap your hands
That makes you a part of the plan
Gonna spread our great black pair of wings
Fly now, all over this land

Hold it once, we recall
Electric music for the soul
Just one way to do it round
Play it long, play it loud

One, two, three, four
Raise your arms, clap your hands
That makes you a part of the plan
Gonna spread our great black pair of wings
Fly now, all over this land
All over this land
All over this land
All over this land
All over this land