When the chips are down
When the forces stop at you
You know the game is over
You are surrounded
You take all into it
Looking into their eyes and faces
The helmet covered heads
You know you stand no chance
They march into your view
There is no doubt you couldn't escape
The net spreading wide in your eyes
You kneel down to pray
What's there to lose?
On the ground you speak your words
Into the air into the light
Then you see it
The angels bring news
The swarm of lights
It makes the difference
The helmet covered heads blinded
You make your escape
On the tight coverage
On the other side of the barrier
“The good will triumph!”
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