(Intro Whisper) The wind is stirring. The veil is torn. The sugar is melting. The Bride is warned. (Verse 1) Why do men let the altar rot with sweet traditions and silent thought? Why do they watch their wives parade in robes of ritual, not truth made? (Chorus) Off to the races, the trumpet cries Bride of the Lamb, awaken your eyes. The gallop is holy, the wind is war, YAHUAH is knocking open the door. (Verse 2) The potluck smiles, the program glows, but underneath, the Spirit groans. The sugar demon sings in tune, while the Bride forgets the Groom. (Bridge) But she remembers. She rises. She roars. (Final Chorus) Off to the races, the veil is flame Bride of the Battle, rise in His name. Tradition trembles, truth takes the floor, YAHUAH is coming open the door.
