Lyrics
The hounds are loosed—
They gnash in vain.
Their breath is fire,
But they choke on shame.
Their crowns are forged of fleeting sand,
Their fists are dust, no match for hands
That formed the stars, that tore the veil—
That bled, then rose to split the jail.
They mock Your name with serpent teeth—
But I’ve seen fire beneath the wreath.
Raise Your right hand, scarred and bold
Strike the cheek where pride takes hold
Their sharpened tongues are split in two
By holy wrath that rides with You
They cast their nets, they bait their traps,
But stumble blind in their collapse.
The throne they built from stolen breath—
Now splinters under holy death.
Doubt may rise, but truth will stand! (Truth will stand!)
His name is carved on every land! (On every land!)
Tacitus saw; the records speak! (The records speak!)
Still they deny, still they seek! (Still they seek!)
Arise, O Lord—shake off the sleep we cast on You.
You were never sleeping.
It was we who closed our eyes.
Strike the cheek! Let idols fall!
Crush the teeth of beasts that call!
Heaven roars where saints once wept—
You keep the oaths the proud forget.
They mock Your name with serpent teeth—
But I’ve seen fire beneath the wreath.
Raise Your right hand, scarred and bold
Strike the cheek where pride takes hold
Their sharpened tongues are split in two
By holy wrath that rides with You
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