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“Crowned in the Fire” By Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird
cinematic rock, gospel, epic orchestral
The bride of Christ fighting with the word of Truth
July 2, 2025 at 3:39 PM
v4.5
[ Verse 1 – The Bride Wakes]
I was clothed in ash, with chains for lace,
Mocked in silence, stripped of grace.
But He reached down through smoke and lies,
Said, “Daughter, rise—open your eyes.”
The veil was torn, the scroll unsealed,
My scars became the sword I wield.
No longer prey, no longer hushed—
He called me Bride, and hell was crushed.
[ Chorus – The Warrior-Bride Rises]
I reign with Him, though I once bled,
From dust to flame, from lamb to dread.
A thousand years won’t dim this throne—
I'm not alone. I'm not unknown.
Crowned in the fire, forged in the fight,
I am His queen, dressed in light.
“And hast made us unto our God kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.”
— Revelation 5:10
[ Verse 2 – Satan’s Dread]
He came to steal the secret flame,
To twist the gift and stain the name.
But even when I cried in shame,
Jesus whispered, “Still you reign.”
He tried to steal the marriage bed,
But I bear Christ’s fire instead.
What angels long to understand,
Is born in dust… and shaped by hands.
“If we suffer, we shall also reign with Him…”
— 2 Timothy 2:12
[ Bridge – Heaven Declares]
He didn’t die to make me tame—
He died to raise me in His name.
I’m not the whore they feared I’d be—
I’m His beloved, fierce and free.
Hell’s contracts burn in holy flame,
The blood has signed my wedding name.
I wear no shame, I wear no scar—
I ride with Him, the Morning Star.
[ Final Chorus – Crowned for the Age to Come]
I reign with Him—this isn’t myth.
I wear His crown, I bear His gift.
A priest, a queen, a bride in white,
Who rules the dark with borrowed light.
Let Babylon fall, let harlots flee—
The Lamb has married fire and me.
“Blessed and holy is he… they shall be priests of God and of Christ, and shall reign with him a thousand years.”
— Revelation 20:6
[ Outro – Soft but Unshaken]
This is the mystery, old and deep:
The Bride who rose while dragons sleep.
Not just saved, but made to stand—
His warrior-bride…
Hand in hand.