Our Finest Hour

Philmore

"Our Finest Hour"



The end of endings has started

The battle lines have been drawn

And as the smoke clears we will be the ones marching on

The gates of hell have been shaken

Terror fills their eyes

As we attack we lift our voices in the battle cry



We will fight, we will be strong

Together we're marching on

United, we move as one

Our finest hour has just begun



The host of darkness before us

Their shallow eyes filled with pain

There's no escaping all the angels with their eternal chains

Our final surging battallion

The massive gates crumble in

Our shouts of victory meet the strains of tortured screams from within