Demons of the night,
you have something to fear.
We're marching forward,
in this spiritual warfare.

For the armor's on,
sword, shield, breastplate and all.
We're marching onward,
don't turn back, heed the call.

This is a war,
we can't turn our backs.
With full force,
we'll attack.

Demons of the dark,
do you want to fight some more.
Can't you see that,
we already won the war.

But you all still come,
trying to give us a fight.
Can't you see,
we win in victory,
by the power of Christ.

Demons of the night,
nothing's holding us back.
Soldiers of the light,
with full force, we'll attack.

As I journey through the battlefield,
I lift up my sword and my shield.
Fighting against the one that wants me dead.
In many disguises, demons surround me,
trying to hold me back from reality.
But I'm still walking to the light ahead.

We're marching forward,
for the glorious risen Lord.
Whosoever in the way,
they'll be slain by the sword.

No use blocking,
we'll break through like dynamite.
For we're the ones,
dressed in His armor of light.

We'll tear you apart,
we'll rip you to shreds.
We'll march right through,
by the precious blood He's shed.


Picture from Noboby Special

11/22/93

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