To gather the armies of night, The devil shall be loosed again. Waging war against the light, Deceiving the hearts of men.
Saints as innumerable as grains of sand, Forth to the battle they go. With the word of God in hand, To lay waste the wicked foe.
As sharp as a two-edged sword, His Word to the unattoned. Every knee shall bow proclaiming him Lord, Before the Great White Throne.
Angels shall shout the victory, And the Book of Life will tell. About the fate of Humanity, Whether twill be heaven or hell.
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