Marching On The Front Lines

I’m tired, i'm broken and bleeding
I'm still in the battle field
My legs tremble and i can’t get up
But my spirit is still alive

Your spirit touches me and burns me
In your eyes is the light of victory
Conquer, win, move forward and destroy the walls of hell

I see your wings
On the battlefield
Preserving us
He has always been here

The enemy fears our battle cry
We won’t retreat because of so many warriors

Forward marching on the front line
Exhaling the presence of the king
Clothed in his courage
Willing to die for it

He protects us like a shield, our strength
Is our might. what can stop him?

Forward marching on the front line
Exhaling the presence of the king
Clothed in his courage
His kingdom will never end
Nor retreat
Nor surrender