Il testo della Sword of praise

When the dark one comes knocking,
Knocking like a thief,
And you cry out in the night
In search of some relief,
And you know you can never
Let that stranger in,
That's the time,
The time you must begin
To praise the lord, praise the lord,
Praise the lord,
For giving you the strength to
Once more raise your sword.
Praise the lord, praise the lord,
For giving you
The strength to
Once more raise your sword.

When you've fallen in the battle,
And you feel the end is near,
And the blood on your saddle
Speaks of the cost so dear,
Of joining the lord's army
To fight this world of sin,
That's the time,
The time you must begin
To praise the lord, praise the lord,
Praise the lord,
For giving you the strength to
Once more raise your sword.
Praise the lord, praise the lord,
For giving you
The strength to
Once more raise your sword.

When your life is over,
And you're set down in the ground,
And the grass and the clover
Never make a sound.
Your soul rises to heaven
Where the good lord takes you in,
That's the time,
The time you must begin
To praise the lord, praise the lord,
Praise the lord,
For giving you the strength to
Once more raise your sword.
Praise the lord, praise the lord,
For giving you
The strength to
Once more raise your sword.
For giving you
The strength to
Once more raise your sword.
Praise the lord.