Deceit has spread its cloak Over the face of the Earth A grand army gathers for battle At every turn curses are spoken Global media, world governments unite To rid the land of every shred of righteousness Enshrined digital images drive maddened souls to war They gather on the plain of Magog Condemned since before all ages A destiny of doom and disgrace So many dazzled by their vast numbers But their fate revealed thousands of years ago The faith of Christ had seemed dead The saints surrounded by a world that hates them But like with Constantine in days of old In one swift strike God destroys his enemies The world seemed to have won But light devoured death! The plain of Magog covered in corpses The corpses of the enemies of Christ!