DOWN LYRICS

1. Levitation

Dead sing through me Uprising in shaman's translation...
Archrival souls (of) squandering Transcending the threat, the tarots are burned...
There'll come a time/to gloat in the light/don't stop there... levitation...

This flesh claims dreams Mars haunts the skies, crimson and gleaming...
Lay thee rebel arms free Throttle their bones, wrangle its beasts...
There'll come a time/to brave the blind/(but) don't stop their... levitation...

Laymen's translation Morals be damned, its ignorance paramount...
(But) Kiss sin's feet in worship...
What we can't grovel in will master our fate...
There'll come a time/the cause will die/(but) it won't stop there... levitation...
Levitation will knock you down to size...

2. Witchtripper

Lightning struck down twice Black mass Latin fire...
Smokescreen Cast runes terrorize Stones thrown rooftop high...
Blaspheme!
Witchtripper [4x]

Satan!
Worm-carved rites...
Horrifies their spies...
Smokescreen...
Defend night-flight sites...
Trap clamped, snared for pyres...
Blaspheme!

Witchtripper [4x]

Cross-gripped tight, hands tied...
Smokescreen!
Useless wooden lies...
Blaspheme!

Witchtripper [4x]

3. Open Coffins

It's the strength of defiance that defines a life...
Can't give it clout anymore...
Bless the bravest attempts to tear us down...
Good luck and fuck your retort...

A graven world...
(There's) A grave in the sky...
I don't trust your face...
(Because) my coffin's still open...

It's the bullish minds that weaken the herd...
Can't let them suck all our blood...
Restless fools will cry, likes wolves overheard...
Tainted and reeking of spoils...

A graven world...
A grave in the sky...
They don't trust my face...
(Because) our coffins are open...

It's flawless black and white...
Our heart is on our sleeves...
I'm fucking serious...
We wear our hearts on our sleeves...

Trust is hard to find (but) decipher the worst...
Money ain't much anymore...
Use the strongest minds to soften the fall...
Deploy your warrior blood...

A graven world...
(There's) A grave in the sky...
I don't trust your face...
(Because) my coffin's still open...

(It's) The wayward horde...
(It's) The weight of the bribe...
Don't like this face...
(Because) our coffins are open...
A graven world...
A grave in the sky...
They don't trust our faces...
(Because) my coffin is open...

DEPLOY YOUR WARRIOR BLOOD

4. The Curse Is A Lie

What isn't finished that was never started?
A vortex tubing that's remote retarding...
Discharged before the accident that happened waylaid...
Seen through a cracked orbital spasm interrupted surgery...

Pulsating, deep-blue-reeling headlong...
Some copper coins are really made of tin foil...
Unable to get the neurology demanded...
Growing unsteady, hardly ready, jerking more perverted...
Your days are numbered...
Start counting backwards...

Sculpting statues of yourself...
Plague-deep drifting drowning health...
The curse is a lie...

The interstates, the creeping toil; the multi-national whores have
mothered all... yes I know...

It's out of bounds, against the law, it's everything that's right for us
that's wrong... yes I know...
Yes I know, I know and that's for sure...

The smallest people in your pockets never mingle...
A wreck in signals now creating doubt that's (pointed) inward...
Pretend to play defender while on the offensive...
Still stabbing, cross-armed-crooked, pouring blood that smells expensive...

Sculpting statues of yourself...
Plague-deep drifting drowning health...
The curse is a lie.

5. This Work Is Timeless

When you return...
Expect concern...
Lived through the high...
And the lower...
For some are chosen/weary from fighting/the clock is broken/recalling...

This work is timeless...

I'm re-re-born...
(A) Rare gift adorned...
Sought out the truth...
Without any proof...
For I've been tested/exhausted fighting/sadness infested/recalling...

This work is timeless...

This work is timeless... recalling... this work is timeless...
(They'll) never get rid of me...

This work is timeless...

Recalling... this work is timeless... This work is timeless...

6. The Misfortune Teller

The will was lost...
In cities of the dead...
The land around them mourned...
Too lax to comprehend...

The rife of wards...
The armies in the skies...
The muddled occupied feed...
All pseudo-catholic rites...
A rise, of the dead...
The word upon our heads is "Forlorn"...
The size, of the dread...
Within our padlocked haunts we erode...

A grave mistake...
(We're) right back where we started from...
No brave escape...
It's right back here we come...
Resent yourself.

Misfortune's law...
Is sketched within our chests...
The ram's head has decided...
The sheep among us sleep...

The layman's worth...
The hole above his head...
The tyranny is clear...
The floor beneath is gone...
Rise, of the dead...
The words upon our heads is "Forlorn"...
The size, of the dread...
Within our padlocked haunts we erode...







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