[Verse 1] It all began with a whisper’s call, Born in beauty, blessed with a rare gift. A mighty stone became the banner high, Raise the flag of glory—march as the army of justice. They spoke of love, They promised dreams, Drawn by that voice, the people gathered, And an unshakable kingdom rose. [Pre-Chorus] Armed with overwhelming might, Conquest followed conquest. Believing no foe could stand ahead, They marched without hesitation. [Main Chorus] Pride shall meet its reckoning. Those who trample love shall face Heaven’s wrath. Build your mountain of the fallen, Reach your hands toward Heaven. The fortress of hypocrisy still towers high, Yet the day of reckoning shall surely come. [Verse 2] Fall behind this marching host, And if you hinder, you’ll be crushed beneath. Accept it all—abandon your own will; The more you obey, the more foolish you become. They drove away the wise, enthroned the fools, And the fortress began to crumble from within. In the borrowed name of judgment, They devoured their own. [Bridge] Beneath the shadow of glory, Countless nameless lives were sacrificed. From the day sacred love was cast aside, No soul could ever escape its reckoning. [Final Chorus] Pride shall meet its reckoning. Heaven’s wrath shall surely fall. Build your mountain of the fallen, Reach your hands toward Heaven. The fortress of hypocrisy still towers high, The day of reckoning shall surely come.
