Mighty Guards of Fire With two-edged swords flaming Have set their feet in the West They are measured by their ministers These gather up the moss of the earth As the rich man does his treasure Millstoned eyes greater than the earth From their mouths run seas of blood Their brains are covered with diamonds Upon their heads are marble stones The Lord of Righteousness rejoices in them Come away and leave your vials behind The thunder of wrath slumbers in the North In the likeness of an oak with dung-filled nests Bring forth the legions of the army of hell That the Lord of the Abyss may be magnified