The Darkest Hour

[Intro]
The real game's not a game

[Verse 1]
Eight-bit games
Put a cap in your ass
Halo
Call of Duty
These controllers won't last
Big game hunting
I feel like Chris Pratt
Take another step and you ain't comin' back
I'll steal your bag like it's Apex
I'm gettin' better
Just wait for my best
Fortnite battles
Bring your vest
I'm winnin' again
Look
I'm just not impressed

[Chorus]
Oh
A-A-Apex
Oh
The real game's not a game

[Verse 2]
Your gaming chairs are all shit
Your stream setups are all shit
This beat
It sounds like eight bits
Go on Twitch and clip this
I took an arrow to the knee
I think I broke another key
Another world and a new spree
I've had enough
I'm gonna leave

[Chorus]
Rage quit
The real game's not a game

[Bridge]
The real game's not a game
The real game's not a game
The real game's not a game
The real game's not a game

Rage Quit

A hymn forged in the fires of eternity, now unleashed with the full force of metal. J. Stocker’s 18th-century text roars with timeless truth; God’s mercy in Christ is our only boast, our song, our life.

This track takes the rich theology of the hymn and drives it with heavy riffs, thunderous drums, and vocals that echo both the agony of the cross and the triumph of grace. From the opening cry of mercy to the closing praise of Father, Son, and Spirit, this is doxology at full volume.

 Lyrics proclaim: mercy that rescues from hell, grace that revives the weary, love that keeps sinners alive, and a covenant sealed by the Spirit.

For those who want their theology loud, their worship raw, and their hope unshakable; this is mercy set to metal.

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