The King is Coming

The world shakes. The ground is crying. Storm winds rise and the stars

fall silent. Voices echo through the chaos and the violence. Wake up,

sleeper. He is coming. Shadows tremble at the sound of his name.

Every kingdom built on sand will break. You can feel the speed of

time accelerate like the heartbeat of creation in flames. The hourglass is

draining. The nations are shaking. But His glory is blazing

through the dark we're facing. We're running faster toward the fire. The King is

coming in the clouds with power. Every second burns like thunder in our veins.