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Lyrics In the streets of the holy city they stand, Clothed in sackcloth by Heaven’s command. Two olive trees, two lampstands bright, Burning with prophetic light. They speak the truth, they call His name, Power and mercy wrapped in flame. The earth may shake, the nations rage, But Heaven has written every page. If any man would strike them down, Fire falls and justice sounds. No fear of death, no bow to kings, They testify of holy things. Clothed in fire, sent from the throne, Prophesying till the truth is known. Heaven’s power in their voice, Calling broken hearts to choice. Though the beast may rise in hate, God’s Word will stand, it won’t be late. Three days fallen, but not forsaken By His breath, the earth is shaken! They shut the sky, no rain will fall, Turn waters red at Heaven’s call. Plagues released as signs appear, A final trumpet drawing near. The world will watch and celebrate, When silence seems to seal their fate. Their bodies lie in open view, While rebels cheer what they think they knew. But after days of dark despair, The breath of God fills the air. Fear will grip the watching crowd, As they rise above the shroud. Clothed in fire, lifted high, Called by a voice from the sky. “Come up here,” the trumpet cries, Glory flashing in their eyes. Earthquake shakes the hardened ground, Seven thousand fall around. And hearts will know and tongues confess, The God of Heaven reigns in righteousness. The beast will war, but not for long, His hour is brief, his throne is wrong. For kingdoms fall and shadows cease, When Christ returns, the Prince of Peace. The lampstands burn, the oil still flows, Through darkest nights His glory shows. What man calls loss, Heaven calls win For death has never conquered Him. Clothed in fire, faithful and true, Every word they spoke came through. Though the nations mocked Your name, Your glory rose above their shame. From dust to breath, from grave to sky, Your power no grave can deny. Till every witness testifies Jesus lives and never dies! Two stood strong in the final hour… But all who stand will share His power Disclaimer: This song was created with the assistance of Artificial Intelligence (AI) for songwriting, composition, and/or vocals. It is an original AI-generated work produced for creative and inspirational purposes. All rights to the final arrangement, mixing, and distribution belong to this channel.