Intro] (Slow, heavy kick drum like a heartbeat. A dark, resonant acoustic guitar builds, joined by a sudden, thunderous crash of electric chords) [Verse 1] When the wicked spring up as the grass in the field, Thinking the fate of the righteous is sealed, The promise of Psalm ninety-two comes alive, Giving the chosen the strength to survive. A column of glory broke the floor to the sky, The horn of the unicorn rising up high. Anointed with oil, fresh life is reborn, A singular meaning inside of the horn. [Chorus] Strengthened for power like a rushing new tide, With the armies of heaven right here by our side! I saw the true evidence, the shadow and light, The spiritual warfare, the heavenly fight. Hear the sound of the trumpets, what a mighty calling, When the horn is erected, the darkness is falling! [Verse 2] Back in the fire of two thousand thirteen, I stood face to face with the deep and unseen. A pillar erected from the floor to the roof, Standing right there as the ultimate proof. On one side an angel, wings spread straight and tall, Reaching up to the Father who reigns over all. And hunkered down low in the shadows of scorn, A fallen one angry, with wings broken and torn. [Chorus] Strengthened for power like a rushing new tide, With the armies of heaven right here by our side! I saw the true evidence, the shadow and light, The spiritual warfare, the heavenly fight. Hear the sound of the trumpets, what a mighty calling, When the horn is erected, the darkness is falling! [Bridge] The purpose is spoken, the structure stands tall, A mighty awakening answering the call. True men and true women of God in their strength, Covering the earth in its breadth and its length. Not a spirit or soul will be left unaffected, By the power of God and the horn He erected! [Guitar & Orchestral Solo] (Massive, soaring electric guitar solo dueling with apocalyptic, triumphant strings, capturing the clash between the two angels) [Chorus] Strengthened for power like a rushing new tide, With the armies of heaven right here by our side! I saw the true evidence, the shadow and light, The spiritual warfare, the heavenly fight. Hear the sound of the trumpets, what a mighty calling, When the horn is erected, the darkness is falling! [Outro] Psalm ninety-two... From the floor to the ceiling. The wings spread tall... and the broken wings falling. Fresh oil... new life. Written May 15, 2016. Still Standing. (Heavy final guitar chord rings out, slowly fading into a low, rumbling orchestral bass)
