spine of silk and eggshell thin 

pity the bleeder, bruised and palsied prince 

the shameless desperate 

mourn the cherished in ruins, yes our 

once great 

irresolute and forlorn 

time to... destroy... 

want to see it burn, torn down 


how can my nation be saved? 

pray, weep for this age 

futurescape, futurape 

seems it leans to the last days 

is tomorrow born still? 

is judgment His will? 

or can we be healed? 

separate, church and this present state 

He will...destroy... 


anna thema 

i hear you whisper(screaming) at the gate 

union in hell not far away 

anna thema 

sheol ways require a wage 

a nation harvests its portion... 


Automolech they sing 

a nation embracing, praising 

its sin disease 

time this scaterd few 

took the lead 

bring the jawbone to the philistines