助 理 Assistant： markmilian
My voice will rise my fate is planned
No crown was given I made it mine
Let storms descend let thunder strike land
I march where heaven draws the line
Lift your eyes restore the fall
Grace will cleanse them all
Here I stand the sacred path is bathed in grace
Not by will but true romance
Bled through oaths sworn before
Kept what none but I could hold
I stood to guide them back to soul
Spoke the truth through ash and flame
Now I rise beyond the name
Come still pray with me
My voice will rise my fate is planned
No crown was given I made it mine
Let storms descend let thunder strike land
I march where heaven draws the line
Lift your eyes restore the fall
Grace will cleanse them all
