With the solar echos sounding
While the hooves of hell keep pounding
The last whispers of light rebounding
Upon this weary earth
As we strut into oblivion
Convinced in our loss that we have won
While the Devil seeks to kill the Son
He's hated from the first
Then hell's maelstrom not prevailing
Though the last remnant may seem failing
And about us demons' endless wailing
And gnashing of their fangs
Though others wonder what it's meant
We believe in Him who to us was sent
And his glorious reign triumphant
Of which the angels sang
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