We will not be moved

Knocking us down may be like stealing candy from a child,
Knocking us out will be like taking food from a hungry dog.
His light may at times be hard to see.
Regardless, we march on through the fog.
Smoke and mirrors,
Deception and fear,
may work with the heathens
But won’t fly here.
Did tempting Christ help you gain any ground?
What makes you think that you can win now?
You think you’re a god?
You just usurp his throne.
Enjoy it now, cause he’s coming home.
Your crimes are written in the sand
Despair all over your face.

Burn for your iniquity
Burn for the wicked things we see
Burn for your schism and rivalry
Burn for all eternity!