The walls of Mansoul were strong, but the prince had a plan, To breach the defenses, and take back the land, if He could. He called upon the artillery of Heaven, And the cannons of conviction, fired round after round, to give.
The prince, Emmanuel, with a heart full of love and light, Came to Mansoul, determined to reclaim it, and end the endless night. He rallied his troops, the faithful and true, And together they laid siege to the city, to see it through.
The inhabitants of Mansoul, long oppressed and worn, Saw in Emmanuel their only hope, their hearts now reborn. They opened the gates, and let in the light, And the forces of Diabolus, were forced to take flight.
The city was reclaimed, the war was won, And the prince, Emmanuel, had triumphed, His victory now done. The people of Mansoul, now free, with hearts full of cheer, Celebrated their deliverance, and the love that had brought them near.