I saw The Heavens open, and behold a white horse The One that was sitting upon him, was called faithful and true His eyes were like two burning flames, on His head a gold crown He wore a vesture of blood, with a name nobody knew
Marching Into Battle Marching Into Battle Marching Into Battle
Out of His mouth came a sword, He used to smite the nations The beast and false prophet were bound, and cast into the sea They’re followers slain by Almighty, fowls they fed upon them
Marching Into Battle Marching Into Battle Marching Into Battle
