“As the thunder rolls in, it blows away the sin from the boots of the chosen, and the storm sets our heart’s pace as we rise up, strong in this space. And after the space, they fill up our fresh wineskins with wine. The storm sets our heart’s pace as we rise, united as we win, for the Christ, never bows down, for the Antichrist is sin. This rocking beat is put at Yahweh’s feet, with the new covenant in mind. Let’s gather together, for our hearts to combine, to consume this fresh wine, as we dine. A new wineskin we become, as Christ is knocking, bestowed with a rhyme.”