Are you ready for the unveiling?
We have met the enemy and he is us

Breeding divisions within the body of the lamb, distorting scripture, creating instability

And all oppressive forms 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 lineage
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 fees upon its nation
We will prostitute this offering with discipline and honor
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 fell the signs? Cross the line
Are we still alive? Cross the line

To walk the sacred halls of truth
For whom the blood of angels cry
To fill your servant's cup with light
For in his heart the spirits rise, 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 the 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 field 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 fire, 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