NOT SLAVES TO THE GODS

LYRICS:

[INTRO]

Old tablets spoke in storm and blood.
Scripture answered with the voice above the flood.

Tiamat.
Rahab.
Leviathan.
Sea.

But the Bible says:
The chaos is not king.
The dragon is not deity.
And man was not made for slavery.

[VERSE 1]

Babylon carved its thunder in clay,
Marduk rose where the old gods swayed.
Tiamat raging, salt-sea womb,
dragon of chaos in a cosmic tomb.

He splits the sea like a butchered veil,
builds the sky from the monster’s shell.
Then Kingu’s blood gets mixed with clay,
humans made so gods can play.

Labour force for a tired divine,
slave-born flesh under temple shine.
That is the myth when the idols speak:
man is a tool and the gods are weak.

But Genesis opens with sovereign breath,
no god-war, no corpse, no death.
No panic in heaven, no rival sea,
God says “Let there be,” and there must be.

Light obeys, waters divide,
stars take orders and moons keep time.
Sea gets bounded, earth gets dressed,
then God makes man, not crushed, but blessed.

[HOOK]

We are not slaves to the gods.
We are image-bearers of God.
Not made from murder, not made for chains,
made for His glory, called by His Name.

Rahab is broken, the sea is still.
Leviathan bows to the Maker’s will.
The old myths tremble, the Scriptures sing:
Yahweh reigns, Christ is King.

[VERSE 2]

Psalm says Rahab got crushed by might,
God scattered enemies with His arm of light.
Isaiah says wake, arm of the Lord,
cut Rahab down with a holy sword.

Job sees sea-beast under command,
Leviathan trapped in the Creator’s hand.
Psalm seventy-four speaks temple war,
dragon heads broken by the One adored.

But don’t get twisted, here’s the bright blade:
Scripture ain’t scared of the myths men made.
It takes their language, storms their throne,
then says, “Your chaos-god is owned.”

Sea is not mother, monster, queen.
Sea is creature in the King’s machine.
Dragon is not a rival power.
Dragon is dust in judgement hour.

The Bible supersedes the ancient song,
not by pretending myths weren’t strong,
but by showing the deeper flame:
creation answers to Yahweh’s Name.

No Marduk needed to fight for breath,
no divine exhaustion, no cosmic mess.
The Lord does not murder to make mankind,
He forms us in love with a royal mind.

[HOOK]

We are not slaves to the gods.
We are image-bearers of God.
Not made from murder, not made for chains,
made for His glory, called by His Name.

Rahab is broken, the sea is still.
Leviathan bows to the Maker’s will.
The old myths tremble, the Scriptures sing:
Yahweh reigns, Christ is King.

[VERSE 3]

Now bring in the Watchers, bring in the deep,
where forbidden knowledge crawled from sleep.
Apkallu sages, culture flame,
pre-Flood wisdom with a polished name.

Oannes rises from the water-school,
letters and crafts, civilisation’s tool.
Tablets talk of secret arts,
but Enoch weighs the rebel hearts.

Because knowledge without worship mutates,
turns crafts into chains and temples to gates.
Metals become weapons, stars become spells,
beauty gets bent where corruption dwells.

The old world says, “The sages saved man.”
The Watchers text says, “Look again.”
They did not heal the human race,
they trafficked heaven into fallen space.

That serves the slave-myth, serves the throne,
keeps mankind working under gods of stone.
Priests hold secrets, kings hold power,
children inherit the beast-built tower.

But the Bible tells the good story clean:
we were not born for the machine.
Not for empire. Not for fear.
We were made for God to draw near.

[BRIDGE]

Old myth: man made low.
Scripture: God breathes close.
Old myth: serve their need.
Scripture: royal seed.

Old myth: chaos birth.
Scripture: blessed earth.
Old myth: gods demand.
Scripture: God takes hand.

[VERSE 4]

Garden, not factory. Father, not tyrant.
Covenant music, not cosmic violence.
God walks near in the evening air,
relationship woven in dust and prayer.

Adam is not temple slave in chains,
Adam is priest where Eden reigns.
Eve is not tool for the gods’ appetite,
she is crowned with glory in creation light.

Image of God means the dirt got dignity,
humanity stamped with divine proximity.
Male and female, royal vocation,
fill the earth with worship civilisation.

Then sin bent the mirror, serpent hissed,
“Take false wisdom, become what you wish.”
Same old lie in Babylon’s breath:
knowledge without God unlocks death.

But the Gospel answers the ancient scar:
the Word came down from beyond every star.
Not a watcher falling in prideful flame,
but the Son descending in holy Name.

He did not steal what God concealed.
He is the Father’s heart revealed.
He did not make slaves with blood and clay.
He shed His blood to wash slaves’ chains away.

[HOOK]

We are not slaves to the gods.
We are image-bearers of God.
Not made from murder, not made for chains,
made for His glory, called by His Name.

Rahab is broken, the sea is still.
Leviathan bows to the Maker’s will.
The old myths tremble, the Scriptures sing:
Yahweh reigns, Christ is King.

[VERSE 5]

Christ walks water, hear the polemic:
sea under feet, not mythic panic.
Storm starts screaming, He says, “Peace,”
chaos sits down, winds cease.

That is Genesis in sandals, bro,
Creator breathing where wild waves go.
That is Psalm over Galilee foam,
Rahab subdued by the Son at home.

Then the cross, where dragons grin,
thinking they swallowed the Holy One in.
But the grave became the belly of the beast,
three days later came the victory feast.

Colossians says powers got stripped,
public shame where their thrones got clipped.
Revelation says dragon will fall,
New Jerusalem answers it all.

No more sea, not because water is bad,
but chaos-symbol loses the dread it had.
No more empire, no cursed machine,
God and man in the same city seen.

The Lamb is lamp, the river runs,
tree leaves heal all nations’ sons.
The good story ends where Eden aimed:
God with His people, death unnamed.

[FINAL HOOK]

We are not slaves to the gods.
We are image-bearers of God.
Not made from murder, not made for chains,
made for His glory, called by His Name.

Rahab is broken, the sea is still.
Leviathan bows to the Maker’s will.
The old myths tremble, the Scriptures sing:
Yahweh reigns, Christ is King.

[OUTRO]

Tiamat is not mother.
Rahab is not lord.
Leviathan is not equal.
The sea obeys the Word.

The tablets remember.
The Psalms reply.
Genesis opens
the true blue sky.

Not slaves.
Not accidents.
Not meat for thrones.

Image-bearers.
Sons and daughters.
Called home.

Jesus over chaos.
Jesus over sea.
Jesus over empire.
Jesus over me.