Ichthus - Theocracy

The Price Upon my head is death

They’ve pushed us underground

For all who dare to speak the name

The iron fist comes down

Face the test, put to death if discovered

Its the price we pay

Lord, bless my brothers with courage I pray

(Enemies castigate

But darkness doth illuminate

Irony: the blood we bleed

Every drop this fire feeds

Into forever…)

Lines of faith drawn in the sand, completed by another

Stranger, show me where you stand

And if you are my brother

One part by me, one by you

CENTURIES FLY

BUT THE FLAME IS STILL ALIVE

THEY MAY HIDE IT, BUT IT WILL NEVER DIE

CARVED IN THE WALL

SEE THE TWO HALVES OF THE SIGN

THROUGH THE AGES HIS GLORY WILL ARISE

FOR ALL TIME

Forced into the catacombs

Unite to praise the King of kings

They fear a revolution

And the power that He brings

Heaven’s sons stand as one, as believers

In the blood of Christ

Even in death we have true life

(Enemies castigate

But darkness doth illuminate

Irony: the blood we bleed

Every drop this fire feeds

Into forever…)

Lines of faith carved in the wall

A sign of peace abided

Stare into the eyes of death

Clothed in the grace provided

This will live on without me

CENTURIES FLY

BUT THE FLAME IS STILL ALIVE

THEY MAY HIDE IT, BUT IT WILL NEVER DIE

CARVED IN THE WALL

SEE THE TWO HALVES OF THE SIGN

THROUGH THE AGES HIS GLORY WILL ARISE

FOR ALL TIME

This will live on without me…

CENTURIES FLY

BUT THE FLAME IS STILL ALIVE

THEY MAY HIDE IT, BUT IT WILL NEVER DIE

CARVED IN OUR SOULS

SEE THE TWO HALVES OF THE SIGN

THROUGH THE AGES HIS GLORY WILL ARISE

FOR ALL TIME