Satan’s Jail - 1000 Years (Enduring Justice)
Lyrics
[Intro]
A hush crawls over the ruined earth, a dawn that does not sing.
The heavens lean in with patient light, as scrolls of gold unroll.
[Verse 1]
In the court of infinite minutes, where echoes form a throne,
The accuser's shadow tightens, and justice weighs its stone.
A binding chain of mercy clasps the night king tight,
Satan's jail, a thousand years, a patient, tireless light.
[Pre-Chorus]
The seals are broken by the Word, but silence holds its breath,
Awaiting dawn's decree to break the curse of every death.
[Chorus]
Let the courage of the steadfast rise, through desolation's rain,
saints reign with quiet lanterns, until the storm grows tame.
A new world whispers softly, where longing finds its rest,
And justice seals the wounds of earth in steadfast, holy breath.
[Verse 2]
Heaven's gates are opened with a sigh that rings like crystal chimes,
The faithful stand as witnesses to endings that are signs.
Satan bound, the dragon's roar fades into distant skies,
While mountains bow to mercy and the cherished dream survives.
[Pre-Chorus]
Silence becomes a classroom where truth learns to endure,
The measured beat of time and faith makes every promise sure.
[Chorus]
Let the courage of the steadfast rise, through desolation's rain,
saints reign with quiet lanterns, until the storm grows tame.
A new world whispers softly, where longing finds its rest,
And justice seals the wounds of earth in steadfast, holy breath.
[Bridge]
In languages of exile, nations murmur prayers like stars,
Code-switching hope across the dark, a chorus from afar.
Yet core is clear: deliverance waits beyond the dawn,
A silver seed of promise sown, where right becomes the song.
[Chorus]
Let the courage of the steadfast rise, through desolation's rain,
saints reign with quiet lanterns, until the storm grows tame.
A new world whispers softly, where longing finds its rest,
And justice seals the wounds of earth in steadfast, holy breath.
[Outro]
When silence breaks at last, and all the chains are shed,
We glimpse the clear horizon where old sorrow meets its end.
For judgment is a doorway, and mercy is the key,
The thousand years of waiting bloom in endless liberty.
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