Abyssinian Armageddon
Armies arranged according to their ranks and divisions
Armed with weapons of all manner and kind encircle..
An army stretching all the way to lake Nyasa and Chad..
An army bent on malice encircle a the sacred mountain
A land where the Almighty is honoured adored and loved
A people who hold and swear by what's most sacred
They who keep the Covenant and honour the Sacred vow
The defender holds the sword of truth and swears
Swears in the name of the Most High never to let
The Box fall to the hands of the infidel invaders
Out of choice forced to choose out of alternatives
Holding the sacred sword of Aysra-el it lights ups
Silver lights up amidst a clap like that of thunder
The defender strikes down the sun.. Armageddon
Copyright © Lewis Nyaga | Year Posted 2015
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