The sanctuary's skin has finally been lifted.
The symphony has grown silent with distaste
from the grime its sound produces and its elegance in waste.
I've grown blind to my eyelids they are the my guardians of naught.
The sight my innards seek to dispatch is the very reason I am wrong.
Call upon the almighty one for He is the only one who saves.
Call upon the almighty one, protector of the graves.
All you've said is now forsaken.
What you've come to believe is forsaken.
As the wretches of this pit of heart cry we will all know what is indeed
lay the silent eyes of black heart nights eternally searching for missing parts.
The tunnels lights are dim without fractions of time to think for second thoughts.
Sink or rise there is no swim.
You live, you rise, you drink, you die.
The sky emerged with the black of dusk and the scent of angels left us dust
with aromas filled of conspired trust,
as he could turn away from God.
The words unspoken fill syringes with not blood but black eclipses
of our hearts not sanctified
and in the image of our faith denied,
beseech of the Lord and beg for sight.
when the cycles of the earth fold the world infinite with signs.
Let the truth be the prey of the faith-stricken cold
and when the core is warmed up ask for the path from the lord.
the search is unending until we finally find.
In whom we always seek refuge.
- A Filthy Addiction
- The Sound, The Flood, The..
- In The Eyes Of God
- The Serpent's Tongue
- The Final Words
- The Architect
- 1. A Filthy Addiction
- 2. Forgive me
- 3. You've Changed
- 4. Composed Of Stone
- 5. Napalm
- 6. Revelations
- 7. Conviction
- 8. Questioning God
- 9. Juggernaut
- 10. Call To Arms