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 servants 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.