Johann Eck:

Step forth little monk with your Bohemian virus. 

You infect the flock with errors old and pestiferous! 

You stand with Wycliffe. You walk with the ghost of Hus. 

Do you dare say the Roman church is not above us?

 

The Pope is the head, the interpreter, the master of the key. 

To deny his chair is to drown in a heretic’s sea. 

You break the unity, you tear the seamless robe. 

Your descent echoes across the entire globe. 

 

Roman Catholic Chorus:

Tradition is the anchor. 

The Council is the light. 

The keys are held by Peter. 

To keep the future bright.

 

Johann Eck:

Submit your mind. Submit your soul. Submit your rebel word. 

For outside of the Mother Church, no prayer is ever heard. 

 

Martin Luther:

I sought the truth in the hierarchy's gilded halls, 

but I found only silence within those stone walls. 

You call it a virus, but I call it the light. 

For the Word of the Lord is my only source of might. 

 

I am a Hussite! Though I did not know the name. 

We drink from the same fountain. 

We carry the same flame. 

 

The church is not a throne. It is not a purple vest. 

It is the saintly believers in their Shepherd find their rest. 

The Goose (John Hus) was roasted in a fire of Roman hate. 

But the Swan is singing now, and it is far too late! 

 

The Remnant Chorus:

The Word does the work. 

The Word sets us free. 

Not the gold of the temple or the king on his knee. 

From the mouths of the martyrs to the pages of the scroll, 

the voice of the Shepherd is the anchor of the soul.

Sola Scriptura! Let the melody rise. 

The truth of the ages, is before our very eyes!

 

Johann Eck:

You claim the chair of Peter is the seat of the deceiver. 

You cast away the legacy of every true believer. 

 

Martin Luther:

I do not speak from malice or a heart of bitter hate. 

I speak what Daniel pictured at the prophetic gate. 

I see the little horn, the power that speaks so bold, 

wearing out the saints, just as the prophet told. 

It is not a man I fight! Or a people I despise, 

but a system that has hidden the gospel from eyes! 

The Antichrist is sitting in the temple of the Lord, 

claiming high authority, that he dare not afford.

From Daniel's ancient visions to the scrolls of Saint Paul. 

The system of the papacy is destined for a fall. 

 

Johann Eck:

You follow the burned. 

You follow the damned. 

 

Martin Luther:

I follow the truth that the world has unlearned. 

The church was preserved in the persecuted few.

The Waldenses, the Lollards, the remnant known and true. 

I did nothing. I sat, and I drank with cheer, 

while the Word of the Lord brought the hierarchy fear. 

 

It is not the Councils, it is not the Roman throne. 

The Church is the Remnant saved by scripture alone. 

The fire may consume us, the hierarchy may ban, 

but the Word does the work, not the power of man!

 

Remnant Chorus:

The Word does the work, the Word sets us free!

From the dark of the dungeon, to the light of the sea. 

Sola Scriptura! Let the melody rise, 

The truth of the ages, is before our very eyes!