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

Breeding divisions within the body,
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 lineages,
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 emphasised in psychic renaissance, reserving atmosphere for terminating thoughts,
The priest is talking backwards, painting sacrilegious pictures in his doctrinal errors, emphasising isolated scriptures,
His intolerable anointing is inhuman interrogation, and its paranormal necromancy fees upon its nation,
We will prostitute this offering with discipline and honour,
We're evolving man to higher states, for the age of rationalism is over.

Tell the uninitiated,
We will stalk the enemy and cross the line.

Can you feel the signs' (cross the line)
Feel the signs, (cross the line)
Are we still alive' (cross the line)
Are we still alive' (cross the line)
Are we still alive'

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)
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, an 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 martyr's 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 fields 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 unto 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,
Some will say the monster was me,
I will hold these ashes in my hands, dreaming out loud,
Moving in metaphors, dancing away.