The Battle by Hanoochi

"The Battle"
by Hanoochi

Lightning the blade that swiftly flashes
cuts the darkness with heated passion.
Battle cries of hate, scream as they fall.
These morbid beings without a soul.

Cloud of hatred gets ever nearer,
be aware - spiritual terror.
The tearing slash of divine white light
razes black hearts with a heavy strike.

The harbinger of night warriors
attempts a path of dark destiny.
The children of God glance to the skies
standing strong with the Force, evil dies.

Glaring red eyes stampede with a snort
broad hooves shake the ground, make it contort.
Muscles of iron and breath of steal,
they trample the trees, their manes like eels.

Loud thunder rolls embracing the land,
violently shaking under God's hand.
Billowing Li - see it rise higher,
kiss the sky with death and desire.

Writhing with anger, hatred and pain,
the heartless black souls drop down like rain.
Swords cutting down, beheading the beasts,
razors edge wield up to repeat.

Raging winds, the battle increases,
God's beam focused, it never ceases.
Strength in the light, we fight proud and tall,
let the wind blow we'll destroy them all.

The light jagged blades find their last one.
The last heave and shout, we've nearly won.
Violently, in a last hopeless rush,
they lash out to fall, all is a hush.

Death beings scatter, strewn on the ground,
pierced black armor, thousands, limbs abound.
Earth absorbs, embraces the cold rust,
her hands pull them down, turns into dust.

Eons of time have passed for this day,
to fight and to die to be ever brave.
To have faith and love for mankind's call,
light-beings everywhere, one with All.

God's warriors look, stand tall and proud,
smile at each, they stood their ground.
Divine team of light, swords put away,
they kneel as a knight, silently pray.

Deep azure sky, the promise is seen,
bright rainbows and crystal of light gleam.
New life dances forth, the meadows shout,
trees and birds smile and flutter about.

Mankind unites, the world bright and new,
sweet scents of daffodils, violets blue.
The knights don garments, simple and pure,
they return home to lives quite demure.

Compassion and love, spoke of the sages,
taught by the Spirit through the ages.
Bread broken, wine cup, peace of I AM,
now... the lion lays down with the lamb.

*Li is Sudanese for "all that is uncontrollable and evil"
Music playing: "Holy Lamb" by YES