The Showdown - Epic: A Chorus Of Obliteration

Silent, grimly faced we march them down
Calls from above, behind these walls the cowards hide
The fruits of this land, a promise we have come to claim
Stretched for miles through marren land to conquer Jericho

Loose your voice and split the sky
Draw your swords, the hour is night
We sing as one tonight, we sing as one!

We march to war, clothed in dust and fear we ride
Host of the Lord, about us, on our every side
The fruits of this land, a promise we have come to claim
We sing as one, the trumpets sound, your walls of dust
Now meet the ground