Bring out the blades, we're ready to go
in the night, in the day, in the storm
the enemy is all around, his darkness masked as light
you'll see him only if you look,
just like the Father, bright
and shining, precious
none is righteous
no, not one, or two
he'll preach the opposite because
he delights at sin
you'll see his flaming eyes and mouth,
become his slaving kin
but load the guns and grab your shield,
we'll slay him in his thrown!
the armies of the Prince of Peace
rejoice to hear him moan
the few, the faithful, rush his gates
we'll stab him as he sleeps
already killed our ignorance
the demon heathens keep
a tactic so benign to those eyes
blinded by the heat
that radiates from his dark house
which cools at his defeat
He's sending out his minions now,
the ones that drain your mind
of softer thoughts,
your kindness rots
into a pulpy grime
a hatred so complete and vile
slithers past your soul
he'll send his ice to coat your heart
his melting pot is full
of love and confidence and peace
he turns them all to gray
metallic now, they'll form the wall
to block your sunlit way
So take an ax and join our ranks,
as one, we can prevail
and anyway what choice have you?
who's glimpsed his pointed tail
