1.Guardian
Can you show me what it's like to be alive？＊
My lord knows that I've been sinking.
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
Forsaken.
Restless in a mess of contagion strains and mismatched thought,
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.
Can you show me what it's like to be alive？
Tear it from the chest all the conflicting inflictions while it
settles in the head, parasitic-like thoughts.
This flawless design can never be duplicated
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.
Can you show me what it's like to be alive？
As we shed the pretense and the dawn has stained itself a place
in mind,
The search is unending until we finally find.
Our creator.
Our sustainer.
In whom we always seek refuge.
Our Guardian.
Can you show me what it's like to be alive？
2.A Filthy Addiction
Lyricist：Saud Ahmed, Kyle Barrington, Dan Hatfield, David Puckett,
Chris Yates
I burned in the garden of paradise
A lifetime of disbelief is now shackled by its throat
For he never turned unto the gates but burned it down with earth
He ingests his wealth, contemplates the drain, his emerald soul
His grave will sleep warm of opulent eyeballs
And at the summoning grounds is the reunion where abundance is
abound
Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh
of animals
The price on life had begun to substitute
Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh
of animals
And so began a filthy addiction, the price on life had begun to
substitute
Thus he verbalized for every sad inhuman worth
Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh
of animals
And so began a filthy addiction
And so commenced the sick unholy glowing green addiction
Thy thirst to strip the forest keeps the world in cold
affliction
Sunk in leaves of sustenance, drilling holes in all his teeth
Locked the spoils in their place, carry your grin between your
greed
Infinitely basking, is his chest displaced with gold？
The mountains have not piled yet, must he slit a robins throat？
The years will multiply and yet he never feels content with
himself
And now he turns to burn the garden of paradise
Nothing saves
Behold, there is no gold that saves your soul
To quantify salvation is to be unborn
There is no price on life to be paid
Every man is his own savior
His basking is now met with an unfortunate realization
Of his heart solid gold failed on the stretchers congression
And so it had ended
Echoed forever, a filthy addiction
3.The Sound, The Flood, The Hour
Lyricist：Saud Ahmed, Kyle Barrington, Dan Hatfield, David Puckett,
Chris Yates
God give me strength, you know I need it
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
Straight through the soul of man
God remind these people of what they're in
God give me strength You know I need it
Pray for mercy 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
The seventh circle is well reserved
For those who falsified God's words
Fall to your knees, so beg, pray for mercy
In the eve of the hour all will beg
And pray for mercy
So wave the banner high, 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
God give me strength, You know I need it
Up to your neck in timeless, mindless, sightless, blind confided
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
So fall to your knees and pray for mercy
Fall to your knees and pray for mercy
4.In The Eyes Of God
Lyricist：Saud Ahmed, Kyle Barrington, Dan Hatfield, David Puckett,
Chris Yates
Come crumbling as the shattering of faith
He who cannot stand for his Lord will sleep forever without wake
And among us are the faithless who long only for the glory of
this world
Among us are faithless but I am not of them
For I long only to die in his arms
In the eyes of God I am His testament
The wool is warm with comfort but this is coated in deception
For the sheep will soon be stripped and it will freeze without
protection
Bare blooded and ripe for failure, this is where all are defined
by His will
Thy knees will testify, did he stand to the throne？
The pigs drown spiraling alone
Arrogant, the goblet raise you high, the portrait of perfection
Do you not see this pride itself is an infection？
Nigh is the hour when trumpets will close the graves
And may those who stood for their Lord rejoice
Let cowards sink and settle for remorse
On tables stretched horror stares to rape our lungs of precious
air
Three times to the skies our hands we raise
Reverse this curse, this violent plague
It is infectious, the dispersion of bone of the spineless
Live like a wordless dog, may you forever remain silent
Or stand for His throne
Relieve the world of its infectious ailment
In the eyes of God I am His testament
Come crumbling for without God, one exists without meaning
We are His testament serving as the heart and flesh
When one part of this body aches we seek to cure its distress
We are the testament
5.The Serpents Tongue
Open your eyes!＊
In spite of these creations
A venom settles in the blood
With fangs that will not rest til they've engulfed
Everything, the sky and humans all alike.
Dispersing vile scripture as abundant as the night.
This poison takes but a single drop to thrive.
The vipers waltz in time to slay the conscience back to blind.
Slowly digesting and conspiring with mortal threads.
This evil's woven firm its lies into our heads.
A single cry will silence all
But a single pierce will bring to fall
Despite all odds we must confront
What our deepest fears have presented us.
You've got the truth before you
And yet your eyes are shut.
How can you speak
When the serpent's got your tongue？
This clarity can't be denied but before us stands the initial
face of phases.
Our fears will flee, our strength will hide.
Open your eyes. Open your eyes.
The serpent goes by many names and wears many a disguise.
Open your eyes or let this poison slowly seep and consume you
whole.
Don't let the serpent catch your tongue and drown your soul.
(Open your eyes) This blindness is an ailment
incurable by any means
but tearing the seams from the eyes
to bow down to the King of all mankind.
Behold untainted sight.
The truth is inscribed in the veins under the eyes.
Release from the clutch of the serpentine
to behold untainted sight.
You've got the truth before you
and yet your eyes are shut.
How can you speak
when the serpent's got your tongue？
Open your eyes!
6.Revelations
Let's go＊
Dearly beguiled, we're gathered to commemorate this blessing
that became the greatest of mistakes.
The sword soul and flesh have since then become one.
This impasse has become the single source for slandered tongue.
Now we are being slowly erased with what we were made.
This impasse will trickle flames and offer us a testing taste.
Now this is what they had spoken of.
The incarnate.
The indescribable.
Slowly we're falling into the trance of decay.
Slowly we're falling into the trance of decay.
But when the sun gives out we rise.
This is our forthcoming.
We rise.
This is the end.
Or is it just the end of？
This is the end.
This is the end.
Or is it just the end of？
Time will taint and seconds force open our eyes.
The core of light will break and force the world to realize.
Lubricating lungs with sweet venomistic wine.
Meets pounding sheets as it captivates.
Into the casket this case confines each and every thought.
Asphyxiated.
My mind slowly begins to rot.
And all will rot and writhe until we rise.
A day will come when the dead will rise up from the earth.
And all will witness the reversal of decrepit birth.
A day will come and soon everyone will realize that in living we
have crafted our own self-demise.
A day will come when the dead will rise.
A day will come when the dead will rise up from the earth.
7.Desecrated
Lyricist：Saud Ahmed, Kyle Barrington, Dan Hatfield, David Puckett,
Chris Yates
We're always searching for the answer be it disclosed in lion's
heart
He smiles as the claimer of freshly driven carnal parts
This bastard has but stolen the skin of sheep for selfish will
Temptation's in his whisper as he lightly hums what only kills
He is the prince of all filth
Wearing the earth as a throne
He is the prince of all filth
Crumbling for a crown of frozen thorns
And so the ancients hath sworn his name
Bidding the earth and printing the idol graves
He brings the end, a warning
That will bring us in so we can all watch ourselves die
So listen to it rot
Why are the children bathing in his scales, chanting serpent
names？
Broken porcelain glides along the marble floors
Idol eyes will never turn back to their lord
They dance in his coils and chant
And when this intention of death fails its end and makes life
hell
Pray, 'Send us something to declare from this despair'
The hour sounds for an end
Watch yourself and your turning belief simply fade and writhe
He says, 'Fall before me like stone'
But the blindness finds me writing and inscribing
Carving legends into idol eyes
The dying sediments doth beg of god
'Belay my sin and cast this off'
The dishonored sun is boiling my body
Pretending I'm dead
Worship in shame the worshipers of clay
When the insipid fallacy is exposed
This command is from my master
There is but one and only one God
And they shall say a prayer
They'll say a prayer to belie the unspoken scent
Of a nations mortified worship a thousand years in its dissent
Wake the ancients so we may breathe again
To simply come to live again
Wake the truth from its sleepless death
Wake from a thousand year sleep where the ignorant and blinded
weep
Desecrated, lie in ash as the idols turn to dust
Desecrated is the prayer that a stone cannot indulge
Desecrated, leave them dying to believe again
To simply come to live again
Desecrated, they lie in ash
Desecrated, lie in ash as the idols turn to dust
Desecrated is the prayer that a stone cannot indulge
Desecrated
8.The Final Words
Lyricist：Saud Ahmed, Kyle Barrington, Dan Hatfield, David Puckett,
Chris Yates
Lo and behold
They preach servility, the conformed way of breathing
They speak in the same tongues everyday
Betwixt fear I smelt a carcass bathed of sin
The carrion swarm will love us for this one
Our only curse is the disgusting rotting urge
To feed our ears with the devil's piss
Loyal and servile we kneel before his fallen throne
Let us try recite once before we rot and burn
Master Almighty, my light, separate my sinful spine
Bow your heads to the sound of creation
To the giver and take of life
Swallow the sand and let it drown your insides
This must be cleansing
Cleansing for the constant current of whispers
In the eyes of every second there is the warm breath of his
lowness
Temptation is our common blood
As it runs free through the brain of every human skull
Our fragile spines are so very weak
We fracture to the simple calls of six fingers, eyes and feet
Now I see what we've come to spectate today
To pit the flesh on our back against nerves will never hold our
will
They won't give in
They won't give in until we've surrendered
They won't give in
The signal's deep beneath my feet
Preach past the beat and rest beneath
The martyrs call but we bind the lock and heave
And now we've fallen from such monumental height
Unto the grounds of summoning fear
So perfectly measured, calculated every deed
The books of his back hands march to the path of transcribed
disease
I've given up and the world has given in
When there is nothing left of earth recite the final words
Recite the final words
Mother abysmal, can you mask my life's obscenities？
The sky has spoken, I'm in contempt up to my ears, mother
Cry every unbirthed captive wolf, the scale is now my master
Respond only to his voice, respond only to his voice
They won't give in until we've surrendered
9.The Architect
Lyricist：Saud Ahmed, Kyle Barrington, Dan Hatfield, David Puckett,
Chris Yates
Brace yourself, the towers arch over our heads
The signs inching down our necks carve the path of our existence
No obelus could be printed in the temple walls
Perfection to the micrometer and no pillar could ever fall
Brace yourself, the sky is a dance of culling blades
Encircle as knife hand prays to incise before ascending
Surely the sea had been split
And from its middle ground rose a serpent from a stick
We have regressed, with every step we grow much closer
But now we tear the horns and beg the books will end the torture
He who kneels before his Lord is saved
The towers above and the infinite throne
Have watched over millions of centuries
To show there is not in existence a word
To describe the love the creator has left for mankind
The structures convey the majestic framework
Of the consuming earth, oceans placed universe
Constructed pieces scream the same verse in His name
Kneel before your Lord, rest easy child, you are saved
He who kneels before his Lord is saved
And will behold the Architect, behold the Architect
Brace yourself for time is proportioned now
To stop dead and planets will come to sudden halt
Brace yourself, mountains will turn over in guilt
The footwork will uproot itself exposing everything it's built
Brace yourself to feast eyes upon the most merciful, most
gracious light
That any man could ever have beheld within his sight
Kneel before the throne
Seconds will race encasing quickly, clouding thoughts
Masking thy conviction tracing all to be untaught
Pressed forehead to the floor, flow tears for mindless
Solace upon the edge of crafting fate where it's met with
oceanic abyss
Deliver what is mine to take for I submit unfaltering faith
He who kneels before his Lord is saved
Kneel before your Lord
10.Outro
(Instrumental)
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