Grave Declaration

When a season is changing And my spirit is weak. Sometimes Faith Seems like fiction, 'Cos my eye can only weep. And my head is buried In my hands so deep Then I force myself to remember How great my God is. He is one to stay close to All of those tha

Darkness, my eyes were all black Convinced that all they saw was death, Destruction and painful memories Brothers, I've seen through the blindfold That we are not slaves, free from the blades, Sons with a heritage of a God engaged. Call to arms, let'