Lyrics
I saw him fall—no throne, no crown
Scorched wings screaming through the clouds
He prowls below with serpent’s hiss
A dying son that won’t desist
He’s not a myth. He’s not a mask.
He’s whispering behind the glass.
You think you’re free? He thinks you’re next—
A crown of thorns, or serpent’s hex.
Thrown down like lightning—he’s burning still!
But he’ll drag the weak to the gates of hell!
Hold to the cross! Don’t look away!
We’re marked for war till the Judgment Day!
He wears a choir’s voice, a prophet’s robe
But truth decays where he sets his throne
He quotes the Word with venom’s twist
A counterfeit in Judas’ kiss
Armor on—this is no fable
He sets traps at every table
No neutral ground, no safe retreat
Christ crushed his skull beneath our feet!
Thrown down like lightning—still he crawls!
But the Lamb has conquered once for all!
Rise, O saints! The hour is near—
We fight with scars, but not with fear!
“The accuser is cast down… but he knows his time is short.”
AI-assisted, human-directed. Lyrics co-written with an AI assistant. The process