It was written long ago, there’s a battle for a man’s soul.
Corruption in the highest places, deceit and lies, smiling faces.
See the signs, they’re everywhere. Making a pretense when they don’t care.
Set ‘em up, mow ‘em down, taking captives, taking towns.
What you going to do when you realize,
this ain’t nothing but a battle for your mind,
for your soul and mind.
Oh, hear the words, such eloquence, masterful and arrogant.
For a times and a times the clock is ticking,
For the end and a new beginning.
Batter down and buckle up, things are going to get mighty rough.
See the line, pick a side. You better pray that you’re pickin’ right.
What you going to do when you realize, this ain‘t nothing but a battle for your mind.
What you going to do when your soul is on the line, this ain’t nothing but a battle for your mind, your soul and mind.
From BC to AD to 1948, from Babylonia to Alexander the Great.
Roman Empire crumbled within, United Nations brought it back again.
Laws are changing, flags are burning, man of perdition has his wheels turning.
Pompous words full of hate and pride, hallmarks of the anti-Christ.
Smile for the cameras in the satellites, making a movie of your life.
Where’s the outcry for freedoms lost, your soul to pay for the hidden cost.
Set ‘em up, mow ’em down, taking captives, taking towns.
Batter down and buckle up, things are going to get mighty rough