İnsanity's Crescendo
gently hold our headsgently hold our heads on high
aimless time in fear new hideoverthrow the planconfusion lies in all my wordsmad is the soul
we barricade ourselves in holes of temperamentthis is the dawning of a new agea heart that beats the wrong wayinsanity's crescendo
windcolour - second sighta touch of silence and the violence of darkillusion span - the aroma of timeshadowlife and the scent of nothingness
infinite fall of instinctorder of one spells deceitinfinite lack of trustorder of one obsolete
oh escaping time is all we lost ahead?when it's found, can judgement make amends?
from force-fed impressionslet us mortify the mindeach soul to violateeach instinct to be rendered false
torn asunder be the conventional forms and framesnow for the blood of heavenunlearn and the cleansing comes
felt a tremor in the pillars of the sensescursed victim of a distance nearthe first dream - the clearest vision
aimlessly steer towards our nightwe belong to theeog dearest bliss, unnerving silenceentangled within
dimly begotten in clarity foundvirginlike tears for impurity boundbeseech he who darken the stars and the skyto greet this vision an emerald dawn
empty the sun - carve out the windinsanity's crescendotear out the blinded eye
lament of thunder - take confort in fearlightning veins in crude exteriorvoice the oppression - voice the hypocrisylay down the law that made instinct fall
escape now and revertthis cleansing rebirthtorn asunder beaffect me not; darkened visioninsanity's crescendo
grimly tread the footsteps tornrebellious stand the seeker tallthe thorn of insanity's handtake this darkened vision from my sight
nailed to image of ignoranceeach soul to violatefor the blood of heaven