The day of the Lord

I've never seen a sight as grand,
From east to west the sky it spands.

On horses mounted strong in might,
Prepared as Angels mid in flight.

The riders robes are clean and white,
The one in front is full of might.

A vesture dipped in blood, a sash,
A shinning sword prepared to clash.

A crown of glory on his head,
A trumpet sound to raise the dead.

A sky view sight for all to see,
Above the mountains and the sea.

This day of war shall none forget,
The stage is open the battles set.

Their line in line and row in row,
Their numbers start to grow and grow.

They start descending over hills,
The mountains, seas, the land is still.

Every soldiers side by side,
Their rank by rank no one gets by.

You look behind them all destroyed,
And yet before them there is more.

A swell of blood, a swell of blood,
To horses bridles two hundred miles.

The sight you see is no facade,
This battle is the day of God.