Escuadrón de Guerra
Billy Laboy
War Squadron
Everything is ready now
Everyone standing in line
The time to march has come
Prepare your armor
It's not time to retreat
It's not time to look back
Gird your loins for the hour is near
Tell the weak I am strong
Cast out all doubt and fear
Hold your head up high
Your shoes on your feet
And you will see that victory I will give
The war squadron is heard
The squadron from heaven is heard
They are angels with swords
Ready for the battle
Powers flee
Demons go out
Chains are broken
The yoke rots
In the name of Jesus
Powers flee
Demons go out
Powers flee
Demons go out
Chains are broken
The yoke rots
In the name of Jesus
A distant army is heard
From the heavens
Fighting for their people
Fighting for their people
