The Battle
Make way, make way,
for the coming day.
Arise, and bring thy chariot...
it is time!
Prepare ye, the way,
for the coming day.
Deception is at hand...
in all the land.
War is coming soon,
the tables, they are set.
Send out the warning bell...
for the hell.
When all comes about,
it is time for me to shout!
Prepare ye, my chariot...
for the charge.
I am but a messenger,
a soldier in my time.
For the coming day...
is on it's way!
Make way, make way,
for the coming day.
Arise, and bring thy chariot...
for the war!
I am but an instrument,
and sounding the alarm.
The battle is at hand...
in all the land.
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