Текст песни: Narrative Heirs + перевод

Your story didn’t begin when the millennium turned

Yours is an ancient lineage, a fire that’s burned

From tents to tabernacles, prison cells and shackles

Cracks in the world system spreading like fractals

Following bright desert clouds and fire-pillar-shine

You’ve been grafted into the greatest story of all time

A wandering tribe, born of Abraham and Sarah

Whose faith burst the bounds unleashing a new era

Of poets and missionaries, and martyrs and saints

24−7 prayer pilgrims whose strength was perfected in weakness

From cell blocks to streets

This story it reaches, and reaches, and reaches

This is your story, you’re the narrative heirs

Born to innovate and activate the glory that was theirs

Now held in your hands, bound up in your feet

Your people walk on water and make blind eyes see

Laws of nature get defied, loaves of bread are multiplied

Worship that brings down walls… this is your tribe

Bold breakers of addiction, healers of disease

They send demons running with the hope that they breathe

From the fire in their bones, the desire in their blood

To be a blessing to the nations, a sacrifice for love

Ready to advance whenever He says go

All creation full of groans like it’s ready to explode

You were made for this moment, readied for this release

You’ve got the heavenly city up on the edge of their seats

The whole host of heaven, waiting with bated breath

Wondering with every fiber, «What's going to happen next?!»

And they’re all shouting, «Come on! The time is now

Tell the story, let it out!»

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