“Onward!” …as death’s embrace draws near.
through these dimly lit corridors, this somber path I tread
the screams echo in the depths of the mighty Bastille
but His ancient promise will carry me, as darkness looms ahead
walking through the gates of iron from the depths of this dungeon
as I’m heading to the hangman’s stage
the crowds are screaming their mockery
against all the righteous ones in their infernal hate
“Onward!” ….and I see robed figures ascend
but His serenity surrounds me as this life approaches its end
no grave concerns nor dread remain
of the inferno and its sordid plight
hear the heaven’s call piercing the darkest night
my life is a cheap sacrifice, in the eyes of the world’s authorities
from the clergy to the jesters and kings, trust no one
only God’s holy might can cover me
I see the gallows on the hill
the hungry eyes of the wolves, the hangman’s grin
I’ll always glorify Your name
I’ll die before deny Your name
with fervent faith that towers high
and let my spirit ascend to Your skies
don’t pray for our lives that they’d be spared
but that our enemies would see His light, through our lack of fear of death
smile on my face on this final walk
towards His golden light, His holy might, I’ll gladly depart