Blow the trumpet, Zion
The army’s on their way
The day of the Lord has come
This dark and dreadful day
The mightiest army ever
Is marching in His name
A fire burns before them
Behind, a burning flame
Before them, land like Eden
Behind them, desert waste
Nothing can escape them
This war is Spirit based
Like horses in appearance
They move like Cavalry
With noise like that of chariots
They charge forth fearlessly
Leaping over mountain tops
Aflame like crackling fire
Consuming stubble in their way
This army does not tire
The nations are in anguish
And every face turns pale
Seeing these mighty warriors
As many walls they scale
They all march in a straight line
Not swerving from their course
Not jostling each other
Marching straight ahead, this force
They plunge through all defences
Not breaking ranks at all
They rush upon the City
And they run along the wall
Climbing through the windows
Like thieves, they enter in
The Earth quakes at their coming
And the sky shakes, seeing them
The sun and moon are darkened
And the stars no longer shine
The Lord gives voice before them
Their warrior king divine
An army without number
Mighty those who do His will
His day is great and dreadful
Who can endure it still?
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