No longer seed of Adam, we are children born through God:
A special generation called and chosen for this time.
Separated, set apart, no longer of this world:
We're elohim: God's little ones, an unshorn, different vine.

CHORUS:

We are children of God's mountain, 
Blowing trumpets loud and clear!
Humble ones that trust their God,
We're opposers of Mount Seir.
Carnal man can make their plans,
But God will spoil their schemes:
They can't defeat the Bride of Christ,
For we are elohim!
They can't defeat the Bride of Christ,
For we are elohim!

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We are elohim!