There are screams in the wind tonight
Demons to your left and angels to your right
Forget all that you were taught to feel
Erase in this moment what you thought was real
Darkness creeps in and pierces the night
But angels stand behind you, robed in white
These legions of angels draw their swords
And raise a cry to the approaching hordes
One after another, the sons of pride
Fall before angelic steel
White blades pierce black hearts
Still they blaspheme the lord's name
Even in the midst of defeat their hearts are hardened
And their dead keep to themselves
Leave not one standing
Let not one be left alive to bury the dead
The battle belongs to the lord
In him is our victory