Stand
Surrounded by storms...they fill the sour skies
Surrounded by cyclones...they all scream chaos cries
Surrounded by sickness that brings death to the damned
Believers stay strong
We're all making our stand
Rebels soon rise like suns set to scorch
Like volcanoes of violence many true ones get torched
As they vomit their vengeance...now the worlds wickedest and worst
Once the last and the least now by force they are first
Like Husseins and Hitlers with stone hearts and steel hands
Believers stay strong
We're still making our stand
From battles behind to battles beyond
Our swords and our shields...they're all stained with bad blood
Marching forth mad through miles of misery
Truth still gets told in this mighty ministry
Dividing the devil as we conquer his clans
Believers stay strong
We're all making our stand
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2015
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