02. The Butcher
03. The Spectacle of Fearsome Acts
04. Dark Angel Dragnet
05. Cold and Calculated
06. Cement Shoes
07. A John Hancock With The Safety Off
08. Two Glass Eyes
09. Cyclonus
10. The Black Brigade
11. To Sand We Return
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Ready yourself for the end. Ready yourself cause you cannot pretend.
Ready yourself for the late, for the great. The Destroyer’s surrounded and cannot defend.
Ready yourself for the end. Ready yourself cause you cannot pretend.
Ready yourself for the late, for the great. The Destroyer’s surrounded and cannot defend.
The lives that you thought that were yours to devour. Destroyer, the tables have turned in this hour. The plagues you unleashed, every vice that you fed, shall be visited here tenfold on your head.
Let go. Cause you know. In the end all you were was a pawn in the show. (x2)
Witness the fear of the fiends. Open the floodgates, behold and believe.
Witness the pain, let it rain on the beast. For the serpent is slain in a blaze of defeat.
The lives that you thought that were yours to devour. Destroyer, the tables have turned in this hour. The plagues you unleashed, every vice that you fed, shall be visited here tenfold on your head.
Let go. Cause you know. In the end all you were was a pawn in the show. (x4)
The lives that you thought that were yours to devour. Destroyer, the tables have turned in this hour. The plagues you unleashed, every vice that you fed, shall be visited here tenfold on your head.
Let go. Cause you know. In the end all you were was a pawn in the show. (x4)
This man came to me, was looking for action. Pulling a blade to my neck.
He said, “Call me the butcher cause that’s my trade. You know that I’ve come to collect.”
I said: "Hit me now and we’ll see where it leads. Cut me out if you think I will bleed.
Strike me down if you think you’re a man. Cause I know that you don’t understand..."
Because there is no weapon. There is no blade. You wonder why I’m not afraid?
There is no weapon. There is no blade. You’ll never kill Him that lives inside of me.
He looked into my eyes, all he saw was conviction. Dropping the blade to the earth.
I said, “How could you think that I’d ever retreat? You know that I’m already dead.”
I said: "Hit me now and we’ll see where it leads. Cut me out if you think I will bleed.
Strike me down if you think you’re a man. Cause I know that you don’t understand..."
Because there is no weapon. There is no blade. You wonder why I’m not afraid?
There is no weapon. There is no blade. I’ve erased all of my fear of the grave.
There is no weapon. There is no blade. You wonder why I’m not afraid?
There is no weapon. There is no blade. You’ll never kill Him that lives inside of me. (x2)
Take hold your fate in your hands. Your payment, in time, will demand.
With fruit that’s forbidden, we eat then we die and we can’t survive.
When evil rears its head, it’s life and death. Like David sowed his seed and his family bled.
You tried to tempt your fate, turns out it’s your mistake. You took what wasn’t yours to take.
Now, didn’t you? Didn’t you?
Consequence come likes a thief, so quick that it defies belief.
Beware the curse it will pass to your seed, with dirty deeds.
When evil rears its head, it’s life and death. Like David sowed his seed and his family bled.
You tried to tempt your fate, turns out it’s your mistake. You took what wasn’t yours to take.
Now, didn’t you? Didn’t you?
You tried to tempt your fate, turns out it’s your mistake. You took what wasn’t yours to take.
Now, didn’t you? Didn’t you? Didn’t you? Didn’t you?
You only have one chance. Don’t take it light. You only have one chance. So get it right.
So get it right. Don’t take it light. So get it right. Don’t take it light.
You tried to tempt your fate, turns out it’s your mistake. You took what wasn’t yours to take.
Now, didn’t you? Didn’t you?
You tried to tempt your fate, turns out it’s your mistake. You took what wasn’t yours to take.
Now, didn’t you? Didn’t you?... Didn’t you? Didn’t you?
Bayonets to insurgents. Lurking in my veins. My DNA, red template. Saluting my dark angel dragnet. I returned my cement shoes. Cashed in my sadness. I don’t intend to sleep with the fish. Because I can’t resist...
Cancel my ticket booked to fire. Choirs of angels sing my name.
Machete to that destination. New destiny will curse the flame, the flame...
The terror of the daylight. It once consumed me. My undead devious ways. Champion of getaways. This hallowed vaccination. This sacred pure attraction. In you I’m now just a... passenger.
So now take the reigns...
Cancel my ticket booked to fire. Choirs of angels sing my name.
Machete to that destination. New destiny will curse the flame, the flame...
Cancel my ticket booked to fire. New destiny will curse the flame, the flame, the flame...
Cancel that flight into oblivion. Your ship now has an open seat.
Enjoy those sips of sour poison. While I sit back and watch it rain. Let it rain. Let it rain.
Cancel that flight into oblivion. Cancel that flight into oblivion.
Your ship now has an open seat. Your ship now has an open seat.
Enjoy those sips of sour poison. Enjoy those sips of sour poison.
And say hello to death for me... And say hello to death for me...
A life you built exploiting the dreams of innocents. Preying on the wide-eyed fantasy of those with the purest intent. As parasites, they always need a host (how many lives have you bled?) Your crooked gain will always find a leech’s ending.
There is a reason you cannot sleep. You found the wages you’ve sown in greed. There is no solace in what you seek. You found that although you’ve gained it all you had to sacrifice... your prize.
After all was said and done you lost... your pet.
Rest it eludes you as spirits fill your head. Longing for the days when ghosts you used won’t follow you into your bed. So now it cost the apple of your eyes (you’ll never use her again). Why can’t you see that she is not your property when...
There is a reason you cannot sleep. You found the wages you’ve sown in greed. There is no solace in what you seek. You found that although you’ve gained it all you had to sacrifice... your prize.
After all was said and done you lost... your pet. After all was said and done you lost... your pet.
How many lives have you bled?
There is a reason you cannot sleep. You found the wages you’ve sown in greed. There is no solace in what you seek. You found that although you’ve gained it all you had to sacrifice...
After all was said and done you lost... your pet. After all was said and done you lost... your pet.
Your prize.
I stalked serenity with blind obsession and found possession as I lost control.
The secret vice that proclaimed my freedom is now a slavery that’s all my own.
My Own. My Own. My Own. I’m powerless to this voice. I’ll never prevail alone.
Desperate, we will proclaim, that on our knees we’re not ashamed.
And so we bow it to, bow it to, kneel before you.
Just like a child here I’m not ashamed. No, we’re not ashamed.
And so in urgency we now concede that we are helpless in this undertow.
Cause in surrender now there just might be a new serenity that’s all my own.
My Own. My Own. My Own. I’m powerless to this voice. I’ll never prevail alone.
Desperate, we will proclaim, that on our knees we’re not ashamed.
And so we bow it to, bow it to, kneel before you.
Just like a child here I’m not ashamed. No, we’re not ashamed.
Oh... oho... oho... oho... ohoho. (x3)
And so we bow it to, bow it to, kneel before you. (x4)
Desperate, we will proclaim, that on our knees we’re not ashamed.
And so we bow it to, bow it to, kneel before you.
Just like a child here I’m not ashamed. No, we’re not ashamed.
Oh... oho... oho... oho... ohoho. (x2)
7. A John Hancock With The Safety Off
Cure the radio. We’ll lend you an oxygen flask...
Cure the airwaves. ...to quench your collapse at last.
Cure the video. We’re beaming in pearl and white...
Cure the satellites. ...cause finally your poverty’s mine.
You’re probably wondering how we came out alive.
Why we are laughing while you bury your eyes. Never forget our only reason to live...
Cure the radio. Solutions of silver and chrome...
Cure the airwaves. ...in broadcasts of pirate hopes.
Cure the video. These portraits of “assets” have turned...
Cure the satellites. ...from pictures into revolvers.
You’re probably wondering how we came out alive.
Why we are laughing while you bury your eyes.
You’re probably wondering how we came out alive.
Never forget our only reason to live... is to die.
Come down... and rise to our level. Come down... and rise to our level.
Cure the radio. Cure the airwaves. Cure the video. Cure the satellites.
Let all the world know the prisoners took flight, and watch the city streets as towers ignite.
The former kings and all their armies burn bright, while we sit back in all the glory tonight.
You’re probably wondering how we came out alive. Never forget our only reason to live.
8. Two Glass Eyes
I heard you’re on a witchhunt here tonight. Desperate to reclaim those limelight heights. But oh I can’t believe the envy cocktails you consume, and now you condescend to take me for a fool.
Rescue me. Separate my desires. Capture these wicked men and release my mind.
Summon those ghosts and try with all your might. The past is obsolete and you will find now. That chip with which you operate like someone owes you for your greatness, the very thing that steals your heart’s desires...
Rescue me. Separate my desires. Capture these wicked men and release my mind.
Vicious men with vile ways, so envious in all their days.
What will it take to demonstrate: Celebrity breeds infamy. Fame is infamy.
Rescue me. Separate my desires. Capture these wicked men and release my mind.
Deliver me. Liberate us from envy. Reconcile every heart and destroy my pride.
You come at me with villainy, in every sense it’s irony.
Because the very act of jealousy has sealed your fame to slavery.
Fame is infamy.
9. Cyclonus
"...against the wiles of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood... but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age... against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places." [Ephesians 6:11b-12]
Anvils fall from your lips like shrapnel bits from these metal fists.
Pounding my back without mercy with an arsenal of foul curses.
Attitude without gratitude is like pulverizing my chest.
You dream to take me down... so here’s your goodbye kiss.
Devastator. Complicator. Bringer of pain. Why won’t you fly away?
"Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day... and having done all, to stand. [...] with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one." [Ephesians 6:13;16b]
Now you jumped the fence. As enemies, they transform to friends.
Spitting your venom at my back, and asleep in the dragon’s lair.
Loyalty’s not your currency, how soon you do forget.
You think you’ve found your wings but you’ll never fly again.
Devastator. Complicator. Bringer of pain. Why won’t you fly away? (x2)
Fly away. Disappear, and just disappear and just...
Fly away. Erasing me from your memory...
Devastator. Complicator. Bringer of pain. Why won’t you fly away? (x2)
10. The Black Brigade
Prepare in urgency to race. Casting off the weight that burdens me.
I cannot dare to force the pace. Marathon for life the road I face.
Commited, determined, my gaze is set on finishing.
I’m straining to extend the lead, as every evil chases me.
One day, one hour, every step. I know, I know, I fix my eyes ahead.
Straining on to run without remorse. Casting off mistakes that came before.
In my mind I see a hallowed door. Open arm embrace, I’m reaching for...
Commited, determined, my gaze is set on finishing.
I’m straining to extend the lead, as every evil chases me.
One day, one hour, every step. I know, I know, I fix my eyes ahead.
Just like a breeze is passing me. My stammers, a distant memory.
We cannot afford a glance to see. What’s gaining or what is history.
Unyielding, unflinching, my gaze is set on finishing.
I’m straining to extend the lead, as every evil chases me.
One day, one hour, every step. I know, I know, I fix my eyes ahead. (x2)
Cowering man, a legion of no-ones call, bet it all.
Covenant kill, he points to the heavens, bare with blank stares.
Beckoning search in self for his answer. Reckoning, purge, the great fall, the cancer.
Settlement comes in wages, now he is shattered, broke and all alone.
We’ve lost all our control. Our faces fall to the ground.
We’re powerless to your voice. Surrender to the sound...
What will it take to prove our decision’s wrong, will we fall?
Alone in ourselves there’s nothing but chaos, fear. End it here.
‘Til we concede to drink from the endless, the desert we find ourselves in is hopeless.
’Til we submit and let go the control we will always be alone...
We’ve lost all our control. Our faces fall to the ground.
We’re powerless to your voice. Surrender to the sound...
We’ve lost all our control. Our faces fall to the ground.
No longer seeming so, shattered, broke and all alone.
Who... who... who... who... Who... who... who...
Who do I belong to? Not earth. Not world. Not evil. Not mortals. Not wretches. Not horrors.
Who do I belong to? Unchanging. Unbreaking. Unfailing. Creator. Immortal. Eternal.
We’ve lost all our control. Our faces fall to the ground.
We’re powerless to your voice. Surrender to the sound... (x2)
Who do I belong to? Not earth. Surrender to the sound... Not world.
Not evil. Not mortals. Not wretches. Surrender to the sound... Not horrors.
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