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Whispers of steel in the night, fading echoes of the fight
They told me, Pack your bag and go
No comfort waits on the narrow road
No coin can buy what the soul must face
I sold my cloak for a blade of grace
The winds are howling through the gate
A world in chains, a world in hate
But I'm not bound to bow or break
I've drawn the sword for Heaven's sake
Fate may drag me through the fire
But my resolve climbs ever higher
Die by the sword, or live by the flame
I fight with truth, not for fortune or fame
Destined to suffer, but never to yield
The Word is my weapon, my armor, my shield
Oh, die by the sword, if die I must
Then I fall with my King, in whom I trust
Whispers from Gethsemane
The voice that calmed the storm in me
He warned me not to draw in rage
For those who strike will feel the blade
So now I war on higher ground
The battle cries a different sound
My prison cell may be my stage
My blood may stain the final page
But I will speak, I will endure
For truth is sharp, and love is pure
Chains may bind my hands and feet
But never will my heart retreat
Die by the sword, or live by the flame
I fight with truth, not for fortune or fame
Destined to suffer, but never to yield
The Word is my weapon, my armor, my shield
Oh, die by the sword, if die I must
Then I rise with my King, from ash and dust
FROM ASH AND DUST
Helmet of hope on my brow
The Spirit speaks through me now
I wield the blade not forged by man
But spoken fire from the great I AM
Die by the sword, or live by the flame
This is the vow I've sworn in His name
Destined to suffer, but never alone
The King returns to claim His own
Oh, die by the sword, and I shall rise
Sword of the Spirit, blazing the skies
Blazing the skies