Deliverance

We are surrounded by the Heathen, the fearful men dost cry Tis true, we are, but in our hearts we are not afraid to die. Our swords are blunt, our shields damaged but sure Outnumbered but proud, overwhelmed but strangely secure. We have our Belief, we have our Diety to provide us bountiful care The Heathen are going straight to the grave, no eternal life to share. Their razor arrows and their savage spears, their chants and shout May a violent whirlwind or a small quiet voice, cast upon them doubt. And then the rain came down, the lightning threw, and the clouds did weep The enemy did flee, as the ground beneath them began to seep. The blood rose in the water as the crimson sun did sink and wane The hoards vanishing into the distance, their resolve in their minds just Pain..