Battle of Heaven Lyrics

Stand firm! The Battle of Heaven
is rising in the hills
We see the smoke in the clearing
Shields us from the Kill
The hordes of battle are raging
Howling our their doom
As Satan's demons are chanting
And cursing at the moon

The devil's laughter is haunting
And echoes 'round the vale
Mesmerizing the sad and the lonely
Lost souls in their gaol
Before the trump of the reaper
The sword of Truth is passed
And Judgment comes to the many
Lost souls of the dust

I'll be a true disciple of the King
Servant of the King.

The chambers of hell are enlisting
The hungry souls of death
To wear the cloak of enticement
And breathe the killing breath
The Angel of Death leaves the Maker
And Heaven locks the gate
And pours eternity's torment
On Satan's evil trait

I'll be a true disciple of the King
Servant of the King

Come quick! The death bell is ringing
And sounding out defeat
Gird on Armour of Heaven
The reaper has been beat
May Angels of Heaven come quickly
And finish off the fight
And open the flood-gates of Heaven
To bring eternal light

I'll be a true disciple of the King
Servant of the King