I saw the Heavens open
and behold a white horse
The One that was sitting upon him
was called Faithful and True
His eyes were like two burning flames
On His head a gold crown
He wore a vesture of blood
with a name nobody knew
Marching into battle
Marching into battle
(We're marching) Marching into battle
(We're marching) Marching into battle
Out of His mouth came a sword
He used to smite the nations
The beast and the false prophet were bound
and cast into the sea
Their followers slain by Almighty
Fowls they fed upon them
Marching into battle
Marching into battle
(We're marching) Marching into battle
(We're marching) Marching into battle
Marching into battle
Marching into battle
(Marching) Marching into battle
(We're marching) Marching into battle
(Marching) Marching into battle
(Into battle) Marching into battle
(Marching) Marching into battle
(We're marching) Marching into battle