Marching Into Battle کے بول

I saw The Heavens open, and behold a white horse The One that was sitting upon him, was called faithful and true His eyes were like two burning flames, on His head a gold crown He wore a vesture of blood, with a name nobody knew Marching Into Battle Marching Into Battle Marching Into Battle Out of His mouth came a sword, He used to smite the nations The beast and false prophet were bound, and cast into the sea They’re followers slain by Almighty, fowls they fed upon them Marching Into Battle Marching Into Battle Marching Into Battle