What we need now is a Man of God

This tale replays the nasty war we fought
Skies filled with spirits screams

No one could stand before them
Shattered lives where terror reigned
Make haste ye able bodied men
Courage, abandon fear

What we need now is a MOG

The broken ranks had fallen
And nothing eased our pain
A day of peace turned to despair
And dread filled the hearts of man

What we need now is a MOG

We watched the mist of evil dew draw near
When one among the crowd stood forth
He strode among the heathens breath
His sword of faith cut wide

With fire in his eyes
And wisdom by his side he said
Make haste ye able bodied men
He Said, Courage

Like thunderbolts of kindled flames
The words poured from his lips
He cursed the demons from their names
His words brought pain as whips

What we need now is a MOG

Make haste ye able bodied men
He Said, Courage