Stryper

Marching Into Battle

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, on His head a gold crown

He wore a vesture of blood, with a name nobody knew

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

They’re followers slain by Almighty, fowls they fed upon them

Marching Into Battle