Stand firm! The Battle of Heaven   is rising in the hills   We see the smoke in the clearing   Shields us from the Kill   The hordes of battle are raging   Howling our their doom   As Satan's demons are chanting   And cursing at the moon      The devil's laughter is haunting   And echoes 'round the vale   Mesmerizing the sad and the lonely   Lost souls in their gaol   Before the trump of the reaper   The sword of Truth is passed   And Judgment comes to the many   Lost souls of the dust      I'll be a true disciple of the King   Servant of the King.      The chambers of hell are enlisting   The hungry souls of death   To wear the cloak of enticement   And breathe the killing breath   The Angel of Death leaves the Maker   And Heaven locks the gate   And pours eternity's torment   On Satan's evil trait      I'll be a true disciple of the King   Servant of the King      Come quick! The death bell is ringing   And sounding out defeat   Gird on Armour of Heaven   The reaper has been beat   May Angels of Heaven come quickly   And finish off the fight   And open the flood-gates of Heaven   To bring eternal light      I'll be a true disciple of the King   Servant of the King