11 acessos
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
Marching Into Battle
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
Marching Into Battle
Marching Into Battle