Covardia (part. Maria Marçal)

In Your name I healed
In Your name lives I restored
In Your name many children
Like the repentant prodigal
I returned to Your hands

I transformed dark nights
Into joyful and sweet mornings
In Your name I carried
From darkness to Your kingdom, multitudes

Who was at war was me
Plundering hell with my praise to God
While I worshiped, the enemy, cowardly
Hit one of mine
Who was at war was me
Plundering hell with my praise to God
While I worshiped, the enemy, cowardly
Hit one of mine

But I did not give up
I did not think of asking for truce or peace
I did not lower my guard, I was determined
To never raise a white flag
I do not surrender, I do not give up
I do not break, I do not give up
I continue in service to the King
It's not crying in corners
But it's with head held high
That I await God's providence

Woe to him who touches the possessions of an anointed one
It would be better for him not to have been born
Now who will go deep into this cold war
To end once and for all with this cowardice
It's God
(It's God)

Who was at war was me
Plundering hell with my praise to God
While I worshiped, the enemy, cowardly
Hit one of mine
Who was at war was me
Plundering hell with my praise to God
While I worshiped, the enemy, cowardly
Hit one of mine

But I did not give up
I did not think of asking for truce or peace
I did not lower my guard, I was determined
To never raise a white flag
I do not surrender, I do not give up
I do not break, I do not give up
I continue in service to the King
It's not crying in corners
But it's with head held high
That I await God's providence

Woe to him who touches the possessions of an anointed one
It would be better for him not to have been born
Now who will go deep into this cold war
To end once and for all with this cowardice
It's God

It's God, it's God