Bind Us In The Fire

Daniel 3:17–18 (KJV) "If it be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of thine hand, O king. But if not, be it known unto thee, O king, that we will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up." [Intro] (distant cavernous male chant — "Deus noster potens est…" — drowned in cathedral reverb, ember crackle, droning detuned fuzz-bass swell, slow ritual tom heartbeat, swirling tape-delayed feedback) [Verse 1] [Close-mic] [Spoken Word] Behold the king upon his throne of brass, The horn, the harp, the trumpets sound the call. The image standeth golden in the plain — And every knee shall bow, or burn, or fall. [Pre-Chorus] [Build] But three there are who shall not bend the knee, Three voices steady where the cowards kneel — [Chorus] [Belting] [Choir enters] Our God is able to deliver from the flame, He shall pluck us from the furnace, He shall lift us by His name. But if He bid us burn, yet shall we praise Him still — Bind us in the fire, O king — we shall not bow our will. [Verse 2] [Whispered] Stoke it sevenfold, the heat that slays the guard, Cast us in our mantles, robes, and hats, and cloaks. [Close-mic] The cords that bound our hands shall be the first to fall — And He that walks beside us is the Lord of all. [Chorus] [Belting] [Choir enters] Our God is able to deliver from the flame, He shall pluck us from the furnace, He shall lift us by His name. But if He bid us burn, yet shall we praise Him still — Bind us in the fire, O king — we shall not bow our will. [Bridge] [Shouted] [Reverb tail] Be it known, O king — be it known, O crown of dust: We shall not serve thy gods, we shall not kiss thy rod. The image thou hast raised shall fall to ash and rust; There is no other Name. There is no other God. [Final Chorus] [Belting] [Choir only] Our God is able — and He alone shall reign! He shall walk us through the furnace, He shall call us by our name. But if He bid us burn, yet shall we praise Him still — Bind us in the fire, O king — we shall not bow our will. [Outro] [Distant] (ghostly male chant dissolves in cavernous reverb — "Deus noster potens est…" — ember crackle, detuned fuzz-bass drone fades, single low tom hit, silence)