Say "Submit to me!" And I'll concede.
And when the crow rusts, water will follow in combust.
The veins of pride pump strong with the the blood of scarecrows.
A cavity so fills, a likened tar is the stain of poisoned arrows.
God remind these people of what their in.
So beg the pedestal to shine between each shoulder blade
and slip a card of arrogant remains.
The mark of a titan bore silver, belted, strained the neck
and made us giants but we stand as nothing but crumbling stones.
for those who falsified God's words.
Fall to your knees.
Pray for mercy.
and pray for mercy.
nigh is the hour of the flood.
Pray, tell the tale of your pride and may we drown in our blood.
Safeguard and hold fast the pages
that save us from a temperament of void.
To only you, oh Holy One, I submit my voice.
blight of the wired shine of pride,
you barely breathe
with the glare of certain death
ticking and emitting the sound, the flood, the hour.
Take a second and beg, pray for mercy.
Fall to your knees and pray for mercy.
- 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