Armageddon poem by Jim Bain

Armageddon


Verse 1. At trumpets call we arm for battle, passed the time for counting cost.

What is gained for our Gods glory, far out weighs what might be lost.

Verse 2. In the distance sounds of thunder, weapons drawn we stand and wait.

On every tongue a prayer is forming. The wolves will soon be at the gate.

Chorus: Don the armor, shield and sword. We brace to face the devils horde.

If I fall may Angels bear me, to the halls of Heaven.

Verse 3. They cross the plains, like locusts swarming, blacker than the deepest night.

In their midst ride the dark master, his demons dancing with delight.

Verse 4. Now bolstered by the warrior angels, we wade into the devils fold.

And slay the agents of the dragon like the mighty men of old.

Chorus: If I stand, if I should fall, back pressed hard against the wall. If I die may Angels bear me, to the halls of Heaven.

Verse 5. Their taunting words soon turn to curses. Panic sweeps across their lines.

The righteous blade it sings with vengeance, driven by a strength divine.

Verse 6. The Captain of the hosts of Heaven holds the chains of the devil bound.

And there before the throne of judgment, forces the arrogant dragon down.

Verse 7. The mighty king, from his throne rises; and stands before the vanquished beast.

And casts him down into the furnace from which he’ll never be released.

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