1. Guardians
2. A Filthy Addiction
3. The Sound, The Flood, The Hour
4. In the Eyes of God
5. The Serpent's Tongue
6. Revelations Feat. Mattie Montgomery
7. Desecrated
8. The Final Words Feat. Joey Sturgies
9.The Architect
10. Outro
All Lyrics were written by Saud Ahmed.
1. GuardiansCan
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"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 has 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 in a filthy
addiction.
3. The Sound, The Flood, The Hour
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 their 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 GodCome
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 Serpent's TongueOpen
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. RevelationsDearly
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.
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.
Or is it just the end of?
Guest vocals by Mattie Montgomery from For Today: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. DesecratedWe'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 it's
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 can not 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 can not indulge.
Desecrated
8. The Final WordsLo 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 devils 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
taker 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 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 signals 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 ArchitectBrace
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
knifehand 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 its 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