 There's an army of people they're marching on. Their faces like flint, but their hearts are warm. It's the army of God in an end time war. They've got a lot of scars, but they just don't care. Cause they set their hearts on a battle wall. And they'll give their lives for a victor's song. You can hear them shout as they still fight on. In their weary hearts, they still got a song. There's a battle fierce and an angry foe. And there's wounded soldiers where air they go. But let courage arise to the weary in heart. Cause it won't be long, we'll hear the captain's call. They'll say, well done my child and no welcome home. You have fought a good fight and the battle's been won. You've been wounded, so I have heard your cries. And you'll wipe those tears from your tears. Staying down so hard, they've been tempted. Soar to give up right once more. Cause they won't give up, though they sometimes lose. The enemies mark they will still with you. Hands to the plows to the load and their feet march on. In spite of the road cause it won't be long till the triumph. Song and you can't look back if you want to go home. But their hands to the plow and their backs to the load. And their feet march on. In spite of the road cause it won't be long till the triumph. Song and you can't.