paroles de chanson Marching into Battle - Stryper

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
And on His head a gold crown
He wore a vesture of blood
With a name nobody knew

Marching into battle (we're marching)
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 false prophet were bound
And cast into the sea
Their followers slain by Almighty
Fowls they fed upon them, oh, oh

Marching into battle (we're marching)
Marching into battle (we're marching)
Marching into battle (yes, we're marching)
Marching into battle

Oh, oh

Marching into battle (oh, we're marching)
Marching into battle (marching)
Marching into battle (we're marching)
Marching into battle

Marching into battle (marching)
Marching into battle (now to march on)
Marching into battle (marching)
Marching into battle (now to march on)