we're like a band of soldiers
marching to the fight
knowing all the while
oh how our cause is just and right
with our swords and shields
we march to the fight
thinking we'll be victors
the enemy does meet us
they don't seem so tough
then suddenly they sling their bows
and a thousand men fall
some seemed so brave I know
ordered to advance in faith
but crippled by our fear
we look upon the enemy
we know his strength and fear
then their mighty swordsman
cut down half our ranks
while arrows are still flying
they cut us at the flank
left and right men fall down
a thousand at a time
even men of strength
are worn down by length of time
though we have mighty swordsman
fighting for the Truth
it seems that should they perish
none will take the banner through
suddenly I'm struck and I fall upon my knees
the wickedness of devils seems to encompass me
as I weep out for a Saviour
surrounded on both left and right
suddenly a shining light
pierces through our darkest night
a Rider on a white horse
gallops to the fray
treading on the wine-press
where Satan's host do lay
suddenly the martyrs
sing again their song
the enemy is fearful
they'll soon know justice for their wrongs
the Rider on the white horse
cuts rank and file down
He lays waste to their armies just by coming now
demons and their servants
scream to hills and rocks
they ask for them to fall down
and hide them from this Shining Light
even the king who leads them
knows that he is beat
a thousand years he'll be bound here
till his end is made complete
now the combat's ended
we ride off in love
as the Saviour takes us to His kingdom above
all through endless ages
we will sing His song
all through endless ages
with a home where we belong
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