Miuosh - Jerycho

Every musician with a wind instrument knows
That everything depends on how the first breath goes...

My body’s cut by glass 'cause I stand here barefoot,
And millions of innocent souls keep carrying my words—my message.
I’ll wait, staring at them like a statue,
Blind to every threat, deaf to every judgment.
Before the moat of wasted spit and thousands of insults,
I wonder who’ll be their greatest enemy after me.
With God on my right, I’ll burn their earthly world,
I’ve waited for this thousands of days—hundreds of years,
Like Abel’s brother, I’m first to sin,
Try throwing a stone, and I’ll break out of the ranks.
In a life free from rules, I can feel my own,
And I won’t sleep in peace until the city goes dark.
Under my yoke, the people will bend like rye,
I know their egos by heart, like conquered land.
The world stands before me like a wall, I can’t be silent,
I take that first breath like a trumpeter at Jericho.

The fallen march sang your pain deep in my guts,
Your King stands with me—don’t think you can’t fear us.
Dark revenge of the heavens, Lord, inspire me and forgive,
Before fire below burns them down like trees.
I won’t let them forget us.
Forget the names for which we could’ve taken life,
Anyone of you could be here instead of me,
And the rest? Maybe today, they’ll die by my hands.
I can’t stop now and stand still,
I still hear them lie, hurting us with their lies,
I’m driven by my own madness,
Like the storm of the century, I rise above the city,
I won’t step back, I’ve got my Savior behind me,
Deaf to everything, they’ll finally hear,
For what my people have loved forever,
I take that first breath like a trumpeter at Jericho.