Every single hour spiritual war rages
Yearning for Truth, reading through pages
History bears witness to vows set forth
The sequel of hollows advances from the north
Seizing control with all subtlety
Works of Intrigue, the net of flattery
In a doomed whirld exist only two
Divided by Grace the lost and the few
Lord of Glory, First and Last
Precious souls kept despite the past
Endured mock trials, vicious persecution
A perfect work, flawless execution
The bands of death Christ did release
Spirits at rest, souls at peace
For those called, those made wise
Press toward the mark, seek ye the prize
Anon's Record 