With the sound of pounding hoofs.
The battle rages
Everything about me shook.
hear the clashing of the steel...
The quaking of the wings.
Principalities are warring
In the battle of the King.
sides are strong and powerful...
Riding in with flashing swords of gold
The stamping Angels battle on...
To the victor goes my very soul.
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.
As he shouts hell's battle cry!
I won't lose you from my grip...
It's folly to even try!
then from the depths of hell,
Rides angel 'Torment' on his steed,
Right behind him is 'Confusion'
Oh God...it's You I need!
hoofs are pounding...
As mighty wings beat against the air
I cling to truth and promises...
Knowing You are standing there.
so the battle rages!
Angels wearing shields of gold
The battle rages on
'Till the day that I am told...
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!
~ Misty Taggert ~