This Is Were It Starts

The Leaders gather in their masses
Pick up their sheilds; Sharpen their swords
Tonight I send my regards
They hide in the darkest of shadow shades
They march, they march, to the white of their eyes
Our tougues emerse from our mouthes
When we let out our demonic battle crys
In hope and satanic despair, we look to the sky`s
I watch for Jehovahs sacred lies
No one in our army will fight and die
The very first arrow launches and cuts
This just might be
Where the war would start.