The battle rages . . .

with the sound of pounding hoofs.

The battle rages.

Everything about me shook.

I hear the clashing of the steel . . .

The quaking of the wings.

Principalities are warring . . .

In the battle of the King.

Is it truly for 'my' soul . . .

that these mighty warriors come?

You knew I'd face this enemy . . .

when you uttered, . . . 'It is done.'

Both sides are strong and powerful. . .

riding in with flashing swords of gold.

The stampeding angels battle on . . .

to the victor goes my very soul.

Satan knows his grasp is slipping

As I reach out to touch the Light . . .

He calls each of his tormentors,

refusing to give up the furious fight.

The battle rages . . .

As he shouts hell's battle cry!

I won't loose you from my grip!

It's folly to even try.

And then from the depths of hell

rides angel 'Torment' on his steed.

Right behind him is 'Confusion' and . . .

Oh, God . . . it's you I need!

The hoofs are pounding . . .

As mighty wings beat against the air.

I cling to truths and promises, . . .

knowing You are standing there.

And so the battle rages!

Angels wearing shields of gold.

The battle rages on . . .

'til the day that I am told . . .

You have returned in triumph.

Satan is defeated . . . the battle's won.

Until then, within my soul there is a struggle.

And . . .

The battle rages on!

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