The eyes form and follow
I promise this
They watch you come undone
With wax upon their tongues
To guard them from the burn
Of all there is to learn
Don’t toy with my soul
Nor place me on the mantle
My compass points north
Of oft uncertain weight
The enlightened ones
Our lady of Sorrow
Mourning all that is gone
And given to the grave.
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.
The ghost will embark across the great sea. Atop of the night, she’s got the cutting edge.
If I die, I die-
I said I’d make it right and that I did.
I tried to get out of the dungeon.
All done with a gun.
One chance to get out of the dark to be what touches you.
All hands high. New era nigh.
And all is golden. No quarter.
It all comes down.
Nourishment of Life and limb
This inner space Is geometric
Hit by rain
Struck by fear
Lay down our arms and destroy all definitions.
I will show you all there is to see
And all there is to come and sup
I will expose your every nerve and shame
The parts that simply don’t add up
I know there is nothing that I can say
To make you let the outside in
And all that I do for you is just in vain
I’ve learned that your hauntings always win.
All the Saints are dead. Now they sing in the choir. When the moon is red over the sunless empire. All the ides are dead from the extinct calendar. All their eyes are red. Blood of their lord and savior.
Don’t stop it Get ready.
Do you hear the sound of bells
That call the dead to rise?
The cradle is empty now
But the child still denies.
Do you hear the call to war?
Do you hear the call?
It’s gonna cost you everything you love.
Partial
Fractured
Memory
Nurture
Render
Ah.
The rain
Will fall
On sacred fire
To forge New truth.
Quench and temper forged in fury.
I drink the wine of your disguise
And taste the lie divine that was never mine.
I have seen the chains of fate
Dominus ex machina
We chant the lines of static prayer
In silicon we carve the sign of crosses that corrupt the air.
And I can show you all there is to see
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.
All The Saints Are Dead.
-Blegh-
And I can show you all there is to see and come and sup.
It all comes down.
Nourishment of life and limb
This inner space is geometric
Hit by rain and struck by fear
Lay down our arms and destroy.
Dare to see what you have lost
The price that faith demands
For every crucifix you’ve crossed
Your blood has turned to sand.
And in the hourglass your time has come
