“Born for the War” (By Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird) [Verse 1 – The Edge of the Abyss] I saw the cliff, I felt the pull, The dark sang soft, the shadows full. I had the teeth, the sharpened mind, The monster’s grin, the heart gone blind. They thought I’d break, they thought I’d fall, But I was born to face it all. With every whisper in the night, I found the One who gave me light. [Pre-Chorus] I could’ve been the devil’s flame, I could’ve worn the serpent’s name, But Jesus reached into the black, And dragged this wild heart roaring back. [Chorus] I was born for the war, For the fire and the storm, For the fight that shakes the heavens, For the Lion and the Lamb’s sworn sword. I was made to terrify the dark, To scar the night with holy marks. I was almost the enemy’s own, But Christ stood up and claimed His throne. [Verse 2 – The Monster That Never Was] I had the brain, I had the rage, The perfect weapon for the cage. I would have smiled while tearing down, Worn a crown of thorns with a killer’s frown. But the Savior bled, the Savior called, And the walls I built began to fall. He took the claws, He took the shame, And turned the hunter into flame. [Pre-Chorus] I could’ve been the devil’s flame, I could’ve worn the serpent’s name, But Jesus reached into the black, And dragged this wild heart roaring back. [Chorus] I was born for the war, For the fire and the storm, For the fight that shakes the heavens, For the Lion and the Lamb’s sworn sword. I was made to terrify the dark, To scar the night with holy marks. I was almost the enemy’s own, But Christ stood up and claimed His throne. [Bridge] Hell had plans, oh, they were grand — A sadist’s mind, a killer’s hand. But Heaven roared, and mercy fell, And tore me from the jaws of hell. Now I stand, a blood-bought knight, A broken blade made right by Christ. I walk the line where monsters feed, A living scar that makes them bleed. [Final Chorus] I was born for the war, For the fire and the storm, For the fight that shakes the heavens, For the Lion and the Lamb’s sworn sword. I was made to terrify the dark, To scar the night with holy marks. I was almost the enemy’s own, But Christ stood up and claimed His throne. [Outro] I am His — a war-born flame. A lion roaring in His name. I was almost death, almost rage — Now I’m the storm hell couldn’t cage.
