Power Divine, Power that is mine,
Lend to me the Holiest Sign,
Cause my hand to ready my sword,
So my foes may hear Death's Final Chord,
Give me the Power that we trust,
To slay my enemy with every thrust,
Give me the Wisdom to be precise,
So that I to their graves may entice,
Give me the Courage to face the hoard,
So that I may destroy them in accord,
Lend me your Light in these darkest of days,
Filled with fears, sorrows, troubles, and dismays,
And guide my Spirit, for on you it relies,
To, in the end, win against that evil named
Demise.
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