An army of Angles marches to suppress a Demon hoard
They search the holy mountains, at the ready are their swords
A clash between the Holy and Demonic shall very soon erupt
A battle of ‘tween the Heavenly Pure and the Unholy Corrupt
Each strike a flash of lightning, lighting up the skies
The great and booming thunder, this is their battle cries
The holiest war is raging, in the skies above our heads
As mortal men are resting, tucked into their beds
We mortals cannot believe it, so we explain the war away
This cannot be the reason for the storm above today
Our souls rest in the balance, of the war ‘tween Heaven and Hell
But if we all did believe, we could never sleep so well
In this war we cannot take part, ‘tween the Deceiver and the Lord
We can only pray our God wins, with his terrible swift sword
The Holiest of Battles, ‘tween Heaven and Hell
The War for Souls shall rage forever, until He tolls the final bell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem