

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Marching boots on the gravel Breath clouds in the cold air Name written in the battle roll Heart steady Sword ready (yeah) [Verse 1] I was raised on that stained glass Now I’m stomping through the stained ash Every lie that the snake flash We cut it at the root, let the flame pass I don’t flinch when the dark talk Seen chains break where the sparks walk He put armor on my cracked heart Turn a cracked stone to a landmark Got my orders from a blood cross Every scar that he took, that was my cost I don’t bow to a threat when my king rose Let the night bring smoke, watch the light glow [Chorus] I’m in the Lord’s army March when he calls, I go Shoulder to shoulder with Jesus Right through the valley of bones If it’s a noble death, let it be for his throne If it’s a noble death, let it be for his throne I’m in the Lord’s army My life is already his own [Verse 2] Whole squad in the foxhole Hands up, yeah, we locked souls Heard the hiss in the tall grass We answered with a war-chant, strong hold Every shadow got a deadline Every curse meets a red line I don’t fear what the flesh lose When eternity is set like a headline Got a banner on my back, that’s my lifeline Even when I flatline, that’s a skyline ‘Cause the grave just a doorway I step through when he say, “it’s your time” If the arrows come, let ‘em all fly I got scripture in my lungs, that’s my battle cry If I fall on this field, let my last breath say “Take my life, I already gave it anyway” [Chorus] I’m in the Lord’s army March when he calls, I go Shoulder to shoulder with Jesus Right through the valley of bones If it’s a noble death, let it be for his throne If it’s a noble death, let it be for his throne I’m in the Lord’s army My life is already his own [Bridge] If I live, that’s Christ in my rib cage If I die, that’s gain, that’s an upgrade Either way I know the end page Devil’s name written in the dust on the front stage (Yeah) So I lace up, head high, heart low Knees down, that’s the place I reload You can keep every crown made of short gold I want the words, “well done,” when the roll’s called [Chorus] I’m in the Lord’s army March when he calls, I go Shoulder to shoulder with Jesus Right through the valley of bones If it’s a noble death, let it be for his throne If it’s a noble death, let it be for his throne I’m in the Lord’s army My life is already his own
Tags
rap, Epic hip-hop with cinematic brass hits, choirs on the hook, and hard-hitting boom-bap drums under gritty, passionate male vocals; verses stay tight in a marching pocket with low strings and distant snares, chorus explodes with stacked gang chants and soaring gospel harmonies, final section swells into a noble, triumphant climax and cuts on a powerful a cappella line, hip hop
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2/13/2026