Son of the morning, highest of all,
You had so much going ‘til you took the fall,
Had a place in the glory, but you wanted it all,
Impossible odds, but you had the gall,
It seemed so unlikely that you would rebel,
Such a worthy opponent, that you knew so well,
But you went down fighting when you heard the bell,
Took a third of the Heaven when you went to Hell.
This means war,
And the battle’s still raging,
War, and though both sides are waging,
The victor is sure and the victory secure,
But ‘til judgment we all must endure,
This means war.
Then came the cross; you thought you had won,
You thought you had conquered God’s only son,
“So much for Jesus,” you said in jest,
Then you got a visit from an unwelcome guest.
This means war,
And the battle’s still raging,
War, and though both sides are waging,
The victor is sure and the victory secure,
But ‘til judgment we all must endure,
This means war.
Now it’s all over, down to the wire,
Counting the days to your own lake of fire,
But you’ll go down fighting for all that you’re worth,
To try to abolish his image on earth.
This means war,
Now the battle’s still raging,
War, and though both sides are waging,
The victor is sure and the victory secure,
But ‘til judgment we all must endure,
This means war.
