Ulrich Zwingli | The Reformers Resistance (Official Lyric Video)

The Reformers Resistance Extended Album drops on October 8th! Get your Sola Scriptura Shirt in time for Reformation Day! https://reformedanddangerous.com/products/unisex-garment-dyed-heavyweight-t-shirt ----------------------------------- Follow on Social Media ➡️X: https://x.com/ReformedRap ➡️Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ReformedRap/ ----------------------------------- 🎧Streaming Options🎧 Spotify → https://open.spotify.com/artist/16nzYmnDybx74bijgsoMdC Apple music → https://music.apple.com/us/artist/reformed-and-dangerous/1842713775 Amazon Music → https://music.amazon.com/artists/B0FSWZ9JVJ/reformed-and-dangerous ----------------------------------- Lyrics Yo… Zürick on the map, Rome, you better fall back. It’s Zwingli on the mic —Word and sword, let’s go. I’m rippin’ relics, flip the chalice, smashin’ idols to gravel, Papal shackles got you baffled, watch the system unravel. I ain’t bowin’ to a miter, nah, I’m torchin’ the mask, Exposin’ priests as frauds with their man-made tasks. Yo, every believer’s a priest, hear the Word ignite, We ain’t waitin’ on a pope, nah, we pray in the fight. Christ tore the veil, now the throne’s in sight, You try to lock the gates, but He gave us the right. Scripture — louder than Rome’s command! Priests — every saint gonna take that stand! Supper — it’s a symbol, remember the Lamb! Zwingli with the truth in my heart, in my hand! Met Luther at the table, thought we’d link in the cause, But he slammed “hoc est corpus” like he layin’ down laws. I said, “Christ is in heaven, not hidin’ in bread, It’s a symbol of His body, not His body instead.” Man, we almost threw fists, he was poundin’ the desk, But the text don’t flex, it puts the claim to the test. The Supper’s proclamation, covenant sign, Not a mystic transformation — the glory’s divine. Scripture — louder than Rome’s command! Priests — every saint gonna take that stand! Supper — it’s a symbol, remember the Lamb! Zwingli with the truth in my heart, in my hand! On Kappel’s field, I fell swingin’ Word and sword, But my blood fed the fire of the Reformer’s war. Legacy breathes in Bullinger, Calvin, the flame, But it ain’t about Zwingli, it’s Christ’s Name proclaimed. No pope, no mass, no purgatory scam, No mediator needed but the crucified Lamb. Word sharper than steel, Spirit breakin’ the chains, Reformation in my veins, Scripture runs through my brain. Break the chains! (Break ‘em!) Kill the lies! (Kill ‘em!) Word of God — sharper than knives! (Feel it!)Christ alone! (Own it!) Rome is gone! (Show it!) Every saint stand up — we the priesthood, know it!