The lord sees the heart Not the crown, nor the blade Judah’s mountains echo wildly The king hunts, the servant flees The earth itself is trembling Under blood-stained steps of wrath! Am I not the chosen king? My throne is shaking! They whisper his name, they call him king! David! Son of jesse cursed be your name! I will not raise my hand Against the lord’s anointed Even as the spear cuts through the air In shadowed caverns, I hid myself But my heart Never tires of praising God! Rise, soldiers! Hunt him without ceasing! You are my rock, my fortress My deliverer in the night Even when I lie in ashes My song does not falter For my soul waits upon you! Not by the spear But by the hand of God Not for the throne But for the eternal anointing Envy blinds like a shadow of death But the light of the most high remains The hunt resumes in burning fury The crown roars with hollow pride Yet destiny bends for no man Steel and rage collide again! The pulse of battle shakes the sky But only one stands: David, the chosen