Cold night in a quiet town
I found a crowd and stood back as it grew
Echoes of a place in time
When a million voices rose anew

Words of war spread faster than a prairie fire
Through the Jaws of Heaven here we go

For on a high the chosen told
Tales of old the faithful chose to hear
Wake up all your sleeping souls
Gather up your guns the end is near

Words of war spread faster than a prairie fire
Through the Jaws of Heaven here we go

Marching on to glory in a battle just
Staring down the devil eye to eye
Riding on a pale horse to deliver us
Down into the darkest by and by