Will we conquer this battle we face or will we yield in defeat? When the
weapons formed against us. Will we let our blood be spilled? The demons
draw nigh, the angels cry, holy is the lamb, the lamb that was slain. The
hour is coming for our king to return. The demons draw nigh, the angels
cry, holy is the lamb, the lamb that was slain. We have to fight, we all
have to fight it's the end the weak will die.
