Ungodly recruits

(Music: Just a deep bass drum kick and a lonely acoustic guitar riff)

I fell thirty feet on to mountain side

They checked for a pulse, as I was pushing up daisy’s.

felt the cold led bite,

Been stabbed in the back in the dead of the night.

Took a needle of poison from a dying man’s vein,

I’m a confluence of them before me,

The ghosts of the empires, the line in the dust with in my veins

I carry the shield, I carry the trust

Of David the shepherd, Caesar the flame,

Cleopatra’s grace, and the Holy Name.

They move through my hands, they breathe through my words, map of the scars, I’m a vessel of pain.

I’ve buried my father, I’ve buried my brothers, I’ve buried my love to young,

I’ve watched the "dream" die while the good people lied.

(Chorus)

(Music: Swells—heavy, distorted electric guitar kicks in)

They say God only calls the pure and the white

But who holds the line in the middle of the night?

He don’t draft the choir, He don’t draft the fit

He recruits His best fighters from the bottom of the pit.

I was an Enemy, a Wreck, a Ghost, a Threat,

But I’m the Wolf that god ain’t finished with yet.

(Verse 2)

(Music: Bass groove picks up speed)

King David was a killer, he had blood on his hands

He broke every law in the holy lands.

And Paul was a hunter, breathing murder and threat

Until he got knocked down and caught in the net.

If the King was a sinner, and the Saint was a beast

Then maybe there’s room for the last and the least.

You want a sheep? Go find a fold.

You want a Sheepdog? You better find the bold.

(Bridge)

(Music: Stripped back—intense, whispering vocals)

The Pharisee stands tall and polish-clean

He doesn’t know the things that I have seen.

I don’t fight for glory, I don’t fight for fame

I fight 'cause I’ve got nothing left but a Name.

I fight for my son and my daughter who carries my code

I’ll walk through the fire, I’ll carry the load..

But I’d die a thousand deaths just to see them through.

(Guitar Solo)

(Screaming, wailing blues solo—representing the chaos and the crash)

(Chorus)

(Music: Full volume, anthemic)

Yeah, He don’t draft the choir, He don’t draft the fit

He recruits His best fighters from the bottom of the pit!

I was an Enemy, a Wreck, a Ghost, a Threat

But I’m the Wolf that Heaven ain’t finished with yet.

(Outro)

(Music: Fades back to just the bass drum kick)

fangs are ready to bite

Im craving the devils blood upon my lips,

Feeding my bleeding heart as i knock upon heavens door as a necessary sacrament of thy sins..

(Final chord rings out and fades)

(Male)(female)