Unto The Remnant.

Unto the remnant holders of the flame, hidden away holding your peace by his name. Unto the remnant who's hearts are of fire, discerning the time in goodness and of holy desire. The mouth of the serpent has yet not hissed, unto the remnant the time has not been missed. The call shall be when bullets fly, fly by air and fly by sea, you will hear the battle cry, when you see wonders come to be. Unto the remnant holders of the flame, the word shall be swords by his great name. The quaking of lands created by his hand, when oceans rise you will create your band. Unto the remnant ordained for this time, victory will be yours celebrated with meat and wine. Not much longer shall your sorrows be, in the story of love there is only victory.