The Battle.

The time is coming for us to
fight for the life of those
around us

Fight for those who we love
fight fight FIGHT!

The armor is dawned
black and white shields
swords of might.


We trust in our armor
not in our song

We trust in the might one
who keeps us up

We look sometimes
to the water and the
field takes us

The battle becomes bitter
the fight becomes hard.


Blood flows we fall wounds
become our daily occourance

Healers are there they mend us
we get backup.

They rise us up to fight again
there they are there the three are

To help us we trust in them.

The battle rages till he comes

The battle is going until he is here

Glorious will it be when he is here
Lovely he will be when he comes.
Sin will be gone
vanished in a instance.

The battle will be over.
He will have won.