| Song | David And the Gate |
| Artist | Phinehas |
| Album | The Bridge Between EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Make ready for war | |
| To breathe in the ashes of misery | |
| Prepare the gallows | |
| In fear, death finds its finality | |
| You are not defined by failures | |
| A heart of truth is forged from the struggle to overcome | |
| Pick up your weary head and look to your Maker’s eyes | |
| There is more to life than living afraid to die | |
| Death is not what scares me, it’s the apathy of being alive | |
| We’re rising above the sadness of this world | |
| Light of our Maker’s eyes | |
| We’re meant for more than empty breathing | |
| Shatter the silence, we’re screaming Adonai | |
| Take up your banner, dig their graves | |
| Steadfast and waiting for death to show its face | |
| Open the gates, Open the gates | |
| Lest you be food for the fire | |
| When death shows its face | |
| I swear I won’t be a coward’s feet | |
| These backward attempts | |
| Drive me further into the ground | |
| Would you break my ribs | |
| Cut the veins from my pride | |
| Pull the chains and watch what was rooted fall |
| Make ready for war | |
| To breathe in the ashes of misery | |
| Prepare the gallows | |
| In fear, death finds its finality | |
| You are not defined by failures | |
| A heart of truth is forged from the struggle to overcome | |
| Pick up your weary head and look to your Maker' s eyes | |
| There is more to life than living afraid to die | |
| Death is not what scares me, it' s the apathy of being alive | |
| We' re rising above the sadness of this world | |
| Light of our Maker' s eyes | |
| We' re meant for more than empty breathing | |
| Shatter the silence, we' re screaming Adonai | |
| Take up your banner, dig their graves | |
| Steadfast and waiting for death to show its face | |
| Open the gates, Open the gates | |
| Lest you be food for the fire | |
| When death shows its face | |
| I swear I won' t be a coward' s feet | |
| These backward attempts | |
| Drive me further into the ground | |
| Would you break my ribs | |
| Cut the veins from my pride | |
| Pull the chains and watch what was rooted fall |
| Make ready for war | |
| To breathe in the ashes of misery | |
| Prepare the gallows | |
| In fear, death finds its finality | |
| You are not defined by failures | |
| A heart of truth is forged from the struggle to overcome | |
| Pick up your weary head and look to your Maker' s eyes | |
| There is more to life than living afraid to die | |
| Death is not what scares me, it' s the apathy of being alive | |
| We' re rising above the sadness of this world | |
| Light of our Maker' s eyes | |
| We' re meant for more than empty breathing | |
| Shatter the silence, we' re screaming Adonai | |
| Take up your banner, dig their graves | |
| Steadfast and waiting for death to show its face | |
| Open the gates, Open the gates | |
| Lest you be food for the fire | |
| When death shows its face | |
| I swear I won' t be a coward' s feet | |
| These backward attempts | |
| Drive me further into the ground | |
| Would you break my ribs | |
| Cut the veins from my pride | |
| Pull the chains and watch what was rooted fall |