Besedila: Plague Of Sheol. Spoken Into Existence. A March For The Mighty.

I have seen death today in the midst of this battle. Those called above the rest having been set into this front. With none to fear as we cut at the enemy there is a hope found within.
brought to the vitals as one blow we pierce your being. I call out to you adversary we have none to fear. I have seen the goal. A message as clear as this, as you are to be crushed. Looking onward boldly we charge. We shall cut off your head and march onward. Under the mighty we are made strong. Tremble at the sound of our march as we ride. I call out to you adversary we have none to fear. I have seen the goal.
I call out to you adversary we have none to fear. You will be crushed