Rising, rising, risen. "I hear the battlecry." "Prepare for war." "Gather your soldiers and march." His blood bled a sword, sharp and holy.

Raise up your strength like He rose us from death.. Fight. Bring our your confidence, step out of the mire, one heart ablaze can set this place on fire. Fire.

We're young but we are strong, the generation to strike, the confines of this box we no longer embrace. Look up to the burning sky, pouring His Spirit down, listen the battlecry, listen to the battle cry.