To the enemy of my soul
Who doesn't understand his role
Do you really think you can overwhelm me with fear
Scriptures have been written and made very clear
And i know already what has been written of me
You see love came down and made the blind man see
That even though you have asked permission to sift my soul as wheat
My Lord has prayed that my faith would stand and never be beat
Now you already know what comes in the end
When the trumpet sounds and my Lords angels descend
Now who's the one who should be afraid when the end comes?
When everyone whose name is not written in the book shall pay the highest sum
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good write, to the enemy of my soul