Pugna Mea Finita Est, Ad Gloriam Volabo.

The forever battle of good versus evil.

Pugna Mea Finita Est, Ad Gloriam Volabo.
(My Battle Is Done, To Glory I Soar.)


A tale of old, told a thousand times or more
A battle woven between history and Man’s myth
Events took place that day,
That would bring us joy in life
And in our death, lead us fearlessly home.

On a quiet, darkened night
Some two thousand years ago
An exhausted man, His wife atop as ass,
Trudged wearily toward a lowly barn
For all the Inns were full but shelter they must.

The pair settle down, as in their dreams
Angels gathered on high, blinding a starlit sky
The couple offer a thankful prayer
Sweet voices fill their ears
She yearns for rest yet none shall she have.

For on this night, amongst the lowing and braying,
She labours heavily, to birth Our Saviour.
From this day His mother was blessed
Fragments of hope whispered
Evils of the world were put on notice

Her husband by her, under the barn’s watchful gaze,
Through the silence of the night, His first cries sound
The Angels disperse, the Lord’s star shines proud.
Nearby, sheep grazed under shepherds’ tired eyes
‘Hark!’ one cried, all eyes drifted skyward.

No longer tired, the shepherds shied,
Fearful and confused by Angels amassing above.
One spoke, ‘Be not in fear. We have glad news.’
Kings & Daemons, now a weakened enemy
Their presence would be tolerated no more

The depths of damnation await you
Lashing tongues of fire
Barbed tails like whips
The bodies of the condemned
Left flayed, bloodied & burned

Warriors of the Lord
Take up thy sword
Strike with thy shield
Their lance thrown piercing my side
Pain fuels my resolve

His purpose as stated by The Father
Seemed simple in its task
To speak the word of truth
To shine light in the darkness
To triumph and lead His children home.

Unlike the heretics and idols before Him
Word spoken by Him came to pass
People knew this to be right
Follow they must, belief in their hearts
Death will be met with peaceful rest.

For to save the innocence
Hope depends not on words alone
Sound the horns to charge
Hear our battle choir
Ride to victory

We slay the devil foe
All fallen and found
I am done, I’m coming home
The enemy at my back
Onto glory I soar