Death has no dominion

The reassembling of the bones
Is a nessecary thing
'Cause we all must stand before the throne
Not to receive a diamond ring
but a stone with a new name carved on it
Not ever yet pronounced
It's all for love that we've been created
To praise His name and live
It's ready for the take for free
The giver wants to give

The reassembling of the bones
At final tumpets sound
While holding seven stars
The son of man will claim
us back as His posession
Will love us all the same
as rightful heirs
since death has no dominion


The reassembling of the bones
The ressurrected dead will live
For evermore  give praises to His name
As His kingdom they  proclaim

The war between the sun and moon

Waiting for a chance to get a hold on prophetic ground.
there is a force ahead
Luring into desert storms.
In the mists of collateral damage
and ever enduring smoke of falling bombs
this monster keeps on  growing
the bigger it becomes

worshipping the borrowed light
of half or full their moon
their bloodstained knives still in their hands
they will clutter up real soon
seeking to devour
causing massacres
during  early morning hours


orange against black
fragments of a digital warfare
fading into death
the desert sands again
become as red as red

not by the hands of christians
as in medieval days
of long gone by crusades
these warriors are blinded too
by their own beliefs
as once the christian soldiers were
it is the love of Christ
i truly do prefer

in this  war between the moon and Sun
prophecies are finally fulfilled
and evil will become undone
there is no blood that cleans us
except that of the Son