Hold the Line, The King is Coming!
HOLD THE LINE — THE KING IS COMING
This is your midnight cry.
A war anthem born from the battlefield of the soul — for those still standing, still burning, still holding the line in a world falling asleep.
Based on Matthew 25:6 and Revelation 19, this is the Watchman's cry to the remnant:
✝️ Do not bow. Do not break.
✝️ You were born for the storm.
✝️ The King is coming — and He knows your name.
Hold the Line, the King Is Coming
Smoke on the horizon, silence in the land
The gates are broken open, blood upon the sand
They said the faithful faded, they said the fire died
But there's a remnant rising — we still stand and fight
We feel the tremble underfoot
The sound of Heaven drawing near
We grip the sword, we will not run
We were born for this right here
Hold the line — the King is coming!
Trim your flame — let the watchmen cry
We were made for the storm and the shaking
We'll be standing when the trumpets rise
We don't bow, and we don't break
We burn like oil on the altar flame
Hold the line — the King is coming!
And He knows every warrior’s name
The world has sold its birthright, bent the knee for gold
But we were marked by fire — not bought, not sold
We’ve wept through every midnight, warred through every lie
But still we carry glory, sealed behind our eyes
We hear the roar beyond the veil
The thunder of the Horseman rides
So trim your wick and raise your torch
This is the battle for our lives
Hold the line — the King is coming!
Trim your flame — let the watchmen cry
We were made for the storm and the shaking
We'll be standing when the trumpets rise
We don't bow, and we don't break
We burn like oil on the altar flame
Hold the line — the King is coming!
And He knows every warrior’s name
I saw the skies split like scrolls undone
The Rider comes — crowned with the sun
His voice like thunder, His eyes like flame
The Lamb, the Lion — He calls my name
We held the line, though hell pursued
We fought as one — the brave, the few
And now He comes with Heaven’s roar
The King we waited for!
Hold the line — the King is coming!
Trumpets sound, and we rise again
We endured, we kept the fire
Now we ride with the Son of Man
We don't bow, and we don’t break
We are the ones who held the flame
Hold the line — the King is coming!
And He’s riding in with our names