A permanent castle A permanent castle is our God A good army and weapon He helps us
free from all distress That has affected us now The Old Evil Enemy Not serious,
he means it now Great power and a lot of cunning His cruel armor is On earth
nothing is the same With our power nothing is done We are almost lost The righteous
man is fighting for us God himself has chosen Do you ask who he is?
He is called Jesus Christ, the Lord of Zebaoth And is no other god He must keep
the field And if the world were full of devils And wants to swallow us We do not
fear so much We will succeed The prince of this world, how angry he is He does
nothing to us The power he is just A little word can fail him The word they
should leave standing And have no thanks for it He is with us, well on the plan.
With his spirit and gifts.
Take the body, good child and wife.
Let's go there.
They have no profit.
The kingdom has to stay with us.