In the stillness of the morning
I hear the weakened cries
Of those who march as dead souls
To bring more pain and strife
They seem to be the victors
But they only know defeat
As they march against the Mighty King
Who's called the Prince of Peace
Stand all you children
Be not frightened by their cries
Don't let your souls be touched
By the madness in their eyes
Across the field of battle
You will see the darkened eyes
Of him who is called Satan
The father of all lies
The devil has been wounded
And in torment he will be
For though he mends his body
His soul can find no peace
Stand all you children
Be not frightened by his cries
Don't let your souls be touched
By the madness in his eyes