3 acessos
Mighty Guards of Fire
With two-edged swords flaming
Have set their feet in the West
They are measured by their ministers
These gather up the moss of the earth
As the rich man does his treasure
Millstoned eyes greater than the earth
From their mouths run seas of blood
Their brains are covered with diamonds
Upon their heads are marble stones
The Lord of Righteousness rejoices in them
Come away and leave your vials behind
The thunder of wrath slumbers in the North
In the likeness of an oak with dung-filled nests
Bring forth the legions of the army of hell
That the Lord of the Abyss may be magnified