MIRROR OF DEAD FACES LYRICS

1. The Beginning Of Sorrows

Now is the time to look not at the past; the things of late might swallow you
up.
Again, now is the time. I tell you the truth, this is an age we live in, an age
where evil abounds and demons walk the earth, a time where I have been blinded
by my own filth and pride.
As we all have heard from many a tongue, the day is near for this is a "sign of
the time.”
I feel so much pain, so much hurt.
Am I alone in this struggle of torment?
The enemy is alert and I have been sleeping, for now is the time and the day is
at hand.
I will rise strong and fight relentlessly.
Peace has been offered thus comfort awaits.
I tell you the truth, this is an age we live in, an age where evil abounds and
demons walk the earth, a time where I have been blinded by my own filth and
pride.
As we all have heard from many a tongue, the day is near for this is a "sign of
the time.”
I feel so much pain so much hurt.
Am I alone in this struggle of torment?
As nation rises against one another and kingdom against kingdom, let it be
known that this is the beginning of sorrows.
Mighty is His name for He is just in all His ways.
Those of us who are broken, rest can be found.
Look not to your own understanding, for through these eyes you will find
nothing to see.
For through these eyes you will find nothing to see!

2. A Cripple Within

In this hour I am here ready and willing to be skinned alive.
Why am I consumed with such a mind to where I cannot control my emotion?
Stress consumes my every thought and sleep will not come, such a distaste I
have.
Therefore, I have come to a point where I am standing dazed and I beg you
please carry this burden, this weight.
For what lesson must I gain from this anxiety?
I know that it has been said not to worry yet I cannot control this urge that
is based upon a lack of clarity.
How I wish to reach within myself and pull this cripple from my innards.
Cut this from me for the pain that I might endure in that instance would be far
less than a lifetime of torture.
Peace shall come and a calm I must find through the battle of the will and the
mind.
Therefore, I have come to a point where I am standing dazed and I beg you
please carry this burden, this weight.
For what lesson must I gain from this anxiety?
I know that it has been said not to worry.
Cut this from me for I can no longer stand still as I wish to tear at my limbs
as the stress torments.
I am now listening!
Will peace ever come?

3. The Horde Of Swine

Must, I tear out your eyes, your tongue?
You will listen now, for my voice will be heard and you shall note as we drink
of your blood.
I am a hypocrite, you a liar; can you not see the filth we have become?
Sick within my own skin I stand here before you, this dead weight of a rotting
flesh has been our disgust.
Betray this age.
Pain and suffering has been where joy has been found.
You feel as if your are so safe.
Now why do you think this is so?
We hate you, despise you!
There is no warning, not one, remove the blindfold from your eyes.
Horde of swine, this shall torment you!
I am a hypocrite, you a liar; do you not see the filth we have become?
Sick within my own skin we stand here before you, this dead weight of a rotting
flesh has been our disgust.
Betray this age.
Pain and suffering has been where joy has been found.
We hate you, despise you!
There is no warning, not one.
With eyes wide open what do you see?
Horde of swine, this shall torment you!

4. This Is My Curse

Such a weight I have allowed myself to carry and with this I feel as though I
must endure, for this is a pain I have caused myself.
Set in my ways I can now see with clear eyes what I have done as the bodies are
left in my wake. I am inherently evil and covered in the utmost disease.
For this is my curse: to hurt those that I love and to harm which is pure.
What a regret I have!
Smell the stench of the rotting, for we are all dying.
Now raise your hands with me and scream to the heavens all that has been burden
to you.
There is power in this number so let us be free.
Can’t you see the torment in my eyes?
I dare you to reach out and feel this pain.
As sorrow abounds, though I know I am forgiven I must live with this all of my
days.
Cries will be sent to you until you hear the screams of the children.
I beg of you, please listen to my words and know that this is an evil thing and
through these doors you shall never return.
Where there is no strength to be found you will find the way of the flesh as it
leads to my grave.
I can still taste you on my tongue and feel your touch, I can see your smile
and now I know that this not my own.
Lust has filled my heart and I have taken my fill in that which has ruined many
a young man.
As your words echo in my head and the memory is like a fire in my mind, sin
breathes destruction and death is its toll.
Smell the stench of the rotting, for we are all dying.
Now raise your hands with me and scream to the heavens all that has been burden
to you. There is power in this number so let us be free.
Can’t you see the torment in my eyes?
I dare you to reach out and feel this pain.
As sorrow abounds, though I know I am forgiven, I must live with this all of my
days.
Cries will be sent to you until you hear the screams of my soul.

5. Lamentation

Why have I been cursed from birth with this flesh, this disease of sin?
I am filthy and I am broken!
How I wish for this to come to an end.
What is this price we have put into such self-worth, how foolish we have
become!
Bend a knee at the feet of filth as if there is gain, for we are the gods of
self as we look to worship our own.
Confused we cry out for you, for we are left here in the dark.
An anger has filled my heart, and a hate for this flesh as I am forced to
ramble through this decrepit maze.
As if a child not knowing left from right we wander in these halls.
When I say it is far too much for one to comprehend; if the world could crush a
man, the disgust I have for myself is this.
Why have I been cursed from birth with this flesh, this disease of sin?
I am filthy and I am broken!
How I wish for this to come to an end.
What is this price we have put into such self-worth, how foolish we have
become!
Bend a knee at the feet of filth as if there is gain, for we are the gods of
self as we look to worship our own.
Trust me, yet I must ask, how much longer will I wallow in my own disease?
I’m here crying aloud so please hear me in my day of torment, my time of
hurting.
Please carry this burden for I can no longer pick up my head.
I beg for time to cease and for the light to come in.
I will scream with all that I am.
What a foolish man I am, what a foolish man I am.
As I beg for time to cease and for the light to come in I will scream with all
that I am.
What a foolish man I am!

6. Guantlet Of The Will

But I love the pain and I’m drawn to harm as I drag my wounded self along.
In this time I long for so much more.
Yet it seems as though I cannot reach a time of clarity as if fighting this
bloody battle in the midst of the fog.
You liar, you coward, you wretched beast, you are the deceiver you backstabbing
whore.
Come at me face to face; you will not because you cannot, for it is known that
you are not that what you wish.
O’ God do you see, is this all my own terrible mind?
I am sorry for the things I have done, for my flesh is weak and I am on my
face.
I feel like the filth that I really am, for this is a terrible curse.
In my day I know that I seem to run from You, but please know that I cannot
look You in the eye, as Your child I feel so small.
You liar, you coward, you wretched beast, you are the deceiver you backstabbing
whore.
And so I must go and hide my filth.
Why am I made up in such a way, why must I go through this gauntlet of the
will?
O’ God do you see my frustration?

This song is about how much of a coward Satan is and how he attacks the
weaknesses of believers.

7. The Suffering

You might call this evil.
Though there is no life in us, joy will be found in this so-called filth.
O’ yes, we want all that which is you.
We would take that which is not to be seen.
We would bring end to all hope, destroy your dreams and breathe suffering.
Lie down sweet one, your struggle is of no use.
Should we not take what’s before us?
Breathe death and pain into your lungs, suffering shall be great and pleasure
for another.
This will destroy for we have no conviction.
O’ yes, we want all that which is you.
Bite your lip and bury your head, never forget this moment.
Breathe death and pain into your lungs, suffering shall be great and pleasure
for another.
This will destroy for we have no conviction.
We shall bring an end.
We will destroy your dreams.
We will breathe suffering.

8. Bringer Of Peace And Lord Of War

What majesty and power I have heard, I have seen Your works and I am left
shaken.
There is might in Your name for You are The Great I Am, The Beginning And The
End.
The earth shakes under Your command and the heavens wait in order for only Your
instruction. Rise, rise, may my cry enter Your ear as sweet as honey.
I come humbly to Your throne O’ Giver And Taker Of Life, Bringer Of Peace And
Lord Of War. Justice is Your rod and all that is wrong shall be set right under
Your command.
May the blood of the wicked run upon the edge of Your sword as You exalt those
called to righteousness.
For Your redeeming will I thank You.

9. Plague Of Sheol

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MIRROR OF DEAD FACES LYRICS