Slavery, slavery, my soul cries out.
Babylon's minions run about.
I'm going to die without a doubt
This blessed hope, life seems without.
Mankind's armies dressed in black
At Armageddon, forces stacked
Prepared for signals to attack
A trumpet sounds, the clouds roll back.
Then came a sound as if a storm
So great and loud, it trumped the norm
A cavalry in white did form
Under one flag and uniform
As the horses thundered forward
To war with Man's ungodly horde
There rode in front the Lord of Lords
Whom from His mouth, there came a sword
His eyes aflame, His hair was white
His countenance lit up the night
His enemies trembled in fright
With His sword, all He did smite.
And when His foes will all be slain
From Zion's hill, His kingdom reigns
The one we crucified remains
Prepare for He will come again.
