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