Are you ready for the unveiling? We have met the enemy and he is us Breeding divisions within the body Distorting scriptures, creating instability And all oppressive form s of dissonance There is disorder, its quarantine is necessary When pale attempts to gather men result in confusion For unity cannot be based on doctrine The blinding light is paradoxical Symbolic of two spiritual lineages The ministry of life and resurrection The ministry of death and condemnation The poltergeist moves ancient and established Reviving scenes of medieval inquisition Every desecration emphasized in psychic renaissance Reserving atmosphere for terminating thoughts The priest is talking backwards painting sacrilegious pictures In his doctrinal errors, emphasizing isolated scriptures His intolerable anointing is inhuman interrogation And its paranormal necromancy feeds upon its nation We will prostitute this offering with discipline and honor We're evolving man to higher states For the age of rationalism is over To the uninitiated We will stalk the enemy and cross the line Can you feel the signs? Cross the line Are we still alive? Cross the line To walk the sacred halls of truth >From whom the blood of angels cry To fill your servants cup with light For in his heart the spirits rise, rise To search and trace the scars of love and infinite betrayal For those who face resistance are protected by the grail Break the silence, take the fear Rape the sorrow, wipe the tears, rise, rise Drink the blood of the lamb Await the stand Drink the blood of the lamb Await the stand The spirit haunts the armies breathing life in this militia, To bring complete reversal of authority and power Into the eyes of god on highest, witnessing two worlds collide, The blood is rising in the temple, naked and alive. The stage is set through all dimensions, Denominations and rituals; >From evolution to revolution and indestructible force, Immune to righteousness based on law and civil disobedience, The people find the pale defendant guilty on all charges. The battlefield is cold and worn, receiving gifts of tyranny; The revolution has arrived to turn his face around And see it's covered with the blood of martyrs' innocent sedation, With a kiss the child is lying slain upon the ground... The lamb will stay awake with me to watch the revolution And light the ground we stand upon. The powers of the night, drawn between the darkness In the fields of blind indifference we count The corpses silently before the blood has dried. His peace is broken into a thousand scars revealed, He puts on his bloody robe for the last time. His eyes, like mirrors, filled with murder; I saw him falling in the streams, Immersed in tears, crying for the others, Fighting to receive possession of his will. Standing in the fife, he said to me: "if you don't reject this power it may destroy you." For we have seen the great interval, and we have lived to see The monster sleeping, but some will say The monster was me. I will hold his ashes in my hands, Dreaming out loud, moving in metaphors, dancing away.
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Copy to Clipboard: Are you ready for the unveiling? We have met the enemy and he is us Breeding divisions within the body Distorting scriptures, creating instability And all oppressive form s of dissonance There is disorder, its quarantine is necessary When pale attempts to gather men result in confusion For unity cannot be based on doctrine The blinding light is paradoxical Symbolic of two spiritual lineages The ministry of life and resurrection The ministry of death and condemnation The poltergeist moves ancient and established Reviving scenes of medieval inquisition Every desecration emphasized in psychic renaissance Reserving atmosphere for terminating thoughts The priest is talking backwards painting sacrilegious pictures In his doctrinal errors, emphasizing isolated scriptures His intolerable anointing is inhuman interrogation And its paranormal necromancy feeds upon its nation We will prostitute this offering with discipline and honor We're evolving man to higher states For the age of rationalism is over To the uninitiated We will stalk the enemy and cross the line Can you feel the signs? Cross the line Are we still alive? Cross the line To walk the sacred halls of truth >From whom the blood of angels cry To fill your servants cup with light For in his heart the spirits rise, rise To search and trace the scars of love and infinite betrayal For those who face resistance are protected by the grail Break the silence, take the fear Rape the sorrow, wipe the tears, rise, rise Drink the blood of the lamb Await the stand Drink the blood of the lamb Await the stand The spirit haunts the armies breathing life in this militia, To bring complete reversal of authority and power Into the eyes of god on highest, witnessing two worlds collide, The blood is rising in the temple, naked and alive. The stage is set through all dimensions, Denominations and rituals; >From evolution to revolution and indestructible force, Immune to righteousness based on law and civil disobedience, The people find the pale defendant guilty on all charges. The battlefield is cold and worn, receiving gifts of tyranny; The revolution has arrived to turn his face around And see it's covered with the blood of martyrs' innocent sedation, With a kiss the child is lying slain upon the ground... The lamb will stay awake with me to watch the revolution And light the ground we stand upon. The powers of the night, drawn between the darkness In the fields of blind indifference we count The corpses silently before the blood has dried. His peace is broken into a thousand scars revealed, He puts on his bloody robe for the last time. His eyes, like mirrors, filled with murder; I saw him falling in the streams, Immersed in tears, crying for the others, Fighting to receive possession of his will. Standing in the fife, he said to me: "if you don't reject this power it may destroy you." For we have seen the great interval, and we have lived to see The monster sleeping, but some will say The monster was me. I will hold his ashes in my hands, Dreaming out loud, moving in metaphors, dancing away.
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