**Title: THE NIGHT GOD STOOD WITH ME** --- **Verse 1** The Rider’s comin’ down from the hills, Hoof‑beats drummin’ like a warnin’ that the quiet can’t conceal. There’s a warline cut across this dirt I’m standin’ on, Between the paper crown empire and the Kingdom of the Son. They stacked their laws like towers made of counterfeit stone, But I was bought with holy blood, I ain’t the system’s to own. --- **Verse 2** Well the government’s a stranger, just a temple made with hands, A paper‑crown empire built on lies and stolen land. They carve their little idols outta numbers, ink, and fear— Birth cards, state cards, chains they say a free man’s gotta wear. They call it “legal order” when they tighten up the chain, But it’s Babylon in business suits, and devils in the name. --- **Pre‑Chorus 1** They got a courtroom for a chapel and a flag for a shrine, But the Judge of all the earth never signed that dotted line. --- **Chorus 1** ’Cause I ain’t bowin’ down to no graven image, No idol made of plastic, no oath they wanna scrimmage. I ride for the Kingdom, not the merchants of the damned— I’m a soldier of Christ, not a number in their hands. Come out from among ’em, let the wicked empire fall— I hear the Spirit sayin’: “Son, burn their idols, burn ’em all.” --- **Verse 3** They registered God’s Temple like it’s cargo on a ship, Tried to brand the flesh of Heaven with a barcode on the wrist. But the Law of God is older than their courthouse or their crown, And what’s first in time is best in law—so let their statutes crumble down. No man can serve two masters, and I sure won’t serve theirs, ’Cause the kings of earth take counsel, but the Lord still hears my prayers. --- **Chorus 2** No, I ain’t bowin’ down to no graven image, No idol made of plastic, no oath they wanna scrimmage. I ride for the Kingdom, not the merchants of the damned— I’m a soldier of Christ, not a number in their hands. Come out from among ’em, let the wicked empire fall— I hear the Spirit sayin’: “Son, burn their idols, burn ’em all.” --- **Verse 4** They say “Swear your new allegiance,” but I already chose my King, And a soldier of the world can’t hear the songs the angels sing. Their merchants fooled the nations with their sorcery and lies, But the blood of saints is cryin’ like a storm across the skies. So I saddle up with Truth, ’cause the world can’t bear its light— And I’ll stand with God Almighty when the tyrants fall tonight. --- **Pre‑Chorus 2** If you ain’t ruled by God, then you’ll be ruled by wicked men— But the Spirit of the Truth is breakin’ every chain again. --- **Chorus 3** So let Babylon go down, let the smoke rise to the stars— I ain’t signin’ with the devil just to live behind his bars. No, I ain’t bowin’ down to no graven image, No idol made of plastic, no oath they wanna scrimmage. I ride for the Kingdom, not the merchants of the damned—