Ichthus

The Price Upon my head is deathThey've pushed us undergroundfor all who dare to speak the namethe iron fist comes downface the test, put to death if discoveredits the price we payLord, bless my brothers with courage I pray(Enemies castigatebut darkness doth illuminateIrony: the blood we bleedevery drop this fire feedsinto forever...)Lines of faith drawn in the sand, completed by anotherStranger, show me where you standand if you are my brotherOne part by me, one by youCENTURIES FLYBUT THE FLAME IS STILL ALIVETHE MAY HIDE IT, BUT IT WILL NEVER DIECARVED IN THE WALL,SEE THE TWO HALVES OF THE SIGNTHROUGH THE AGES HIS GLORY WILL ARISEFOR ALL TIMEForced into the catacombsunite to praise the King of kingsthey fear a revolutionand the power that He bringsheaven's sons stand as one, as believersin the blood of Christeven in death we have true life(Enemies castigatebut darkness doth illuminateIrony: the blood we bleedevery drop this fire feedsinto forever...)Lines of faith carved in the wall,a sign of peace abidedStare into the eyes of deathclothed in the grace providedthis will live on without meCENTURIES FLYBUT THE FLAME IS STILL ALIVETHE MAY HIDE IT, BUT IT WILL NEVER DIECARVED IN THE WALL,SEE THE TWO HALVES OF THE SIGNTHROUGH THE AGES HIS GLORY WILL ARISEFOR ALL TIMEThis will live on without me...CENTURIES FLYBUT THE FLAME IS STILL ALIVETHE MAY HIDE IT, BUT IT WILL NEVER DIECARVED IN OUR SOULS,SEE THE TWO HALVES OF THE SIGNTHROUGH THE AGES HIS GLORY WILL ARISEFOR ALL TIME