These are the nights that are not soon forgotten,
When splintering gates borne down in ruin
Engulf hell’s mouth with devilish woe.
These are the nights when the clear high voices of singing saints
Come raining down like a meteor shower,
Like a thunderstorm,
Like God’s glory-wrath
Poured out like coals of fire on the heads of His enemies.
This is the night that we will not forget,
The voices of heaven’s war-song.