THE CRIMSON ARMADA LYRICS

1. Guardians

God, you have shown me what it's like to be alive.

My lord knows that I've been sinking.
The sanctuary's skin has finally been lifted.
The symphony has grown silent with distaste
from the grime its sound produces and its elegance in waste.
I've grown blind to my eyelids they are the my guardians of naught.
The sight my innards seek to dispatch is the very reason I am wrong.
Call upon the almighty one for He is the only one who saves.
Call upon the almighty one, protector of the graves.
All you've said is now forsaken.
What you've come to believe is forsaken.
As the wretches of this pit of heart cry we will all know what is indeed
Forsaken.

Restless in a mess of contagion strains and mismatched thought,
lay the silent eyes of black heart nights eternally searching for missing parts.
The tunnels lights are dim without fractions of time to think for second thoughts.
Sink or rise there is no swim.
You live, you rise, you drink, you die.
The sky emerged with the black of dusk and the scent of angels left us dust
with aromas filled of conspired trust,
as he could turn away from God.
The words unspoken fill syringes with not blood but black eclipses
of our hearts not sanctified
and in the image of our faith denied,
beseech of the Lord and beg for sight.

God, you have shown me what it's like to be alive.

Tear it from the chest all the conflicting inflictions while it settles in the head, parasitic-like thoughts.

This flawless design can never be duplicated
when the cycles of the earth fold the world infinite with signs.
Let the truth be the prey of the faith-stricken cold
and when the core is warmed up ask for the path from the lord.

God, you have shown me what it's like to be alive.

As we shed the pretense and the dawn has stained itself a place in mind,
the search is unending until we finally find.

Our creator.
Our sustainer.
In whom we always seek refuge.
Our Guardian.

God, you have shown me what it's like to be alive.

2. A Filthy Addiction

"I burned in the Garden of Paradise."
A lifetime of disbelief is now shackled by its throat.
For he never turned unto the gates but burned it down with earth.
He ingests his wealth, contemplates the drain, his emerald soul.
His grave will sleep warm of opulent eyeballs.
And at the summoning grounds is the reunion where abundance is abound.
Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals.
And so began:
A filthy addiction.
The price on life had begun to substitute.
Thus he verbalized for every sad inhuman worth.
Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals.
And so began:
A filthy addiction.
The price on life had begun to substitute.
And so commenced the sick unholy glowing green addiction.
Thy thirst to strip the forest keeps the world in cold affliction.
Sunk its leaves of sustenance, drilling holes in all his teeth.
Locked the spoils in their place,
"Carry your grin between your greed"
Infinitely basking, is his chest displaced with gold?
The mountains have not piled yet, must he slit a robins throat?
The years will multiply and yet he never feels content with himself and now he turns to burn the garden of paradise.
Nothing saves.
Behold there is no gold that saves your soul.
To quantify salvation is to be unborn.
There is no price on life to be paid.
Every man is his own savior.
His basking is now met with an unfortunate realization.
Of his heart solid gold failed on the stretchers congression.
And so it had ended.
Echoed forever, a filthy addiction.

3. The Sound, The Flood, The Hour

God give me strength, you know I need it.
Say "Submit to me!" And I'll concede.
And when the crow rusts, water will follow in combust.
The veins of pride pump strong with the the blood of scarecrows.
A cavity so fills, a likened tar is the stain of poisoned arrows.

Straight through the soul of man.
God remind these people of what their in.

God give me strength you know i need it.

Pray for mercy.
So beg the pedestal to shine between each shoulder blade
and slip a card of arrogant remains.
The mark of a titan bore silver, belted, strained the neck
and made us giants but we stand as nothing but crumbling stones.

The seventh circle is well reserved
for those who falsified God's words.
Fall to your knees.
So beg.
Pray for mercy.

In the eve of the hour all will beg
and pray for mercy.

So wave the banner high,
nigh is the hour of the flood.
Pray, tell the tale of your pride and may we drown in our blood.
Safeguard and hold fast the pages
that save us from a temperament of void.
To only you, oh Holy One, I submit my voice.

God give me strength, you know I need it.

Up to your neck in timeless, mindless, sightless, blind confided,
blight of the wired shine of pride,
you barely breathe
with the glare of certain death
ticking and emitting the sound, the flood, the hour.
Take a second and beg, pray for mercy.

So fall to your knees and pray for mercy.
Fall to your knees and pray for mercy.

4. In The Eyes Of God

Come crumbling as the shattering of faith
He who cannot stand for his Lord will sleep forever without wake.

And among us are the faithless who long only for the glory of this world.
Among us are faithless but I am not of them
for I long only to die in His arms.

In the eyes of God I am His testament.

The wool is warm with comfort but this is coated in deception
for the sheep will soon be stripped and it will freeze without protection.
Bare blooded and ripe for failure.
This is where all are defined by His will.
Thy knees will testify, did he stand to the throne?
The pigs drown spiraling alone.

Arrogant, the goblet raise you high, the portrait of perfection.
Do you not see this pride itself is an infection?
Nigh is the hour when trumpets will close the graves
and may those who stood for their Lord rejoice, let cowards sink and settle for remorse.

On tables stretched horror stares, to rape our lungs of precious air.
Three times to the skies our hands we raise: Reverse this curse, this violent plague.

It is infectious, the dispersion of bone of the spineless.
Live like a wordless dog, may you forever remain silent.
Or stand for His throne.
Relieve the world of its infectious ailment.

In the eyes of God I am his testament.

Come crumbling for without God, one exists without meaning.
We are his testament serving as the heart and flesh.

When one part of this body aches we seek to cure its distress.
We are the testament.

5. The Serpent's Tongue

Open your eyes!

In spite of these creations
a venom settles in the blood
with fangs that will not rest til they've engulfed
everything, the sky and humans all alike.
Dispersing vile scripture as abundant as the night.
This poison takes but a single drop to thrive.

The vipers waltz in time to slay the conscience back to blind.
Slowly digesting and conspiring with mortal threads.
This evil's woven firm its lies into our heads.
A single cry will silence all
but a single pierce will bring to fall
despite all odds we must confront
what our deepest fears have presented us.

You've got the truth before you
and yet your eyes are shut.
How can you speak
when the serpent's got your tongue?

This clarity can't be denied but before us stands the initial face of phases.
Our fears will flee, our strength will hide.

Open your eyes. Open your eyes.
The serpent goes by many names and wears many a disguise.
Open your eyes or let this poison slowly seep and consume you whole.
Don't let the serpent catch your tongue and drown your soul.
(Open your eyes) This blindness is an ailment
incurable by any means
but tearing the seams from the eyes
to bow down to the King of all mankind.

Behold untainted sight.
The truth is inscribed in the veins under the eyes.
Release from the clutch of the serpentine
to behold untainted sight.
You've got the truth before you
and yet your eyes are shut.
How can you speak
when the serpent's got your tongue?

Open your eyes!

6. Revelations

[feat. Mattie Montgomery from For Today]

Let's go.

Dearly beguiled, we're gathered to commemorate this blessing that became the greatest of mistakes.
The sword soul and flesh have since then become one.
This impasse has become the single source for slandered tongue.
Now we are being slowly erased with what we were made.
This impasse will trickle flames and offer us a testing taste.
Now this is what they had spoken of.
The incarnate.
The indescribable.
Slowly we're falling into the trance of decay.
Slowly we're falling into the trance of decay.
But when the sun gives out we rise.
This is our forthcoming.

We rise.

This is the end.
Or is it just the end of?
This is the end.
This is the end.
Or is it just the end of?

Time will taint and seconds force open our eyes.
The core of light will break and force the world to realize.
Lubricating lungs with sweet venomistic wine.
Meets pounding sheets as it captivates.
Into the casket this case confines each and every thought.

Asphyxiated.

My mind slowly begins to rot.
And all will rot and writhe until we rise.
A day will come when the dead will rise up from the earth.
And all will witness the reversal of decrepit birth.
A day will come and soon everyone will realize that in living we have crafted our own self-demise.
A day will come when the dead will rise.
A day will come when the dead will rise up from the earth.

7. Desecrated

We're always searching for the answer be it disclosed in lion's heart.
He smiles as the claimer of freshly driven carnal parts.

This bastard has but stolen the skin of sheep for selfish will.

Temptation's in his whisper as he lightly hums what only kills.
He is the prince of all filth, wearing the earth as a throne.
He is the prince of all filth, crumbling for a crown of frozen thorns.
And so the ancients hath sworn his name, bidding the earth and printing the idol graves.
He brings the end, a warning that will bring us in so we can all watch ourselves die.
So listen to it rot.
Why are the children bathing in his scales chanting serpent names? Broken porcelain glides along the marble floors.
Idol eyes will never turn back to their Lord.

They dance in his coils and chant... and when this intention of death fails its end and makes life hell.
Pray "Send us something to declare from this despair"
The hour sounds for an end.
Watch yourself and your turning belief simply fade and writhe.
He says
"Fall before me like stone.
But the blindness finds me writing and inscribing, carving legends into idol eyes."
The dying sediments doth beg of God,
"Belay my sin and cast this off.
The dishonored sun is boiling my body, pretending I'm dead."
Worship in shame the worshipers of clay when the insipid fallacy is exposed.
This command is from my master.

There is but one and only one God.
And they shall say a prayer.

They'll say a prayer to belie the unspoken scent of a nations mortified worship a thousand years in its dissent.
Wake the ancients so we may breathe again to simply come to live again.
Wake the truth from it's sleepless death.
Wake from a thousand year sleep where the ignorant and blinded weep.
Desecrated, lie in ash as the idols turn to dust.
Desecrated is the prayer that a stone can not indulge.

Desecrated, leave them dying to believe again to simply come to live again.
Desecrated, they lie in ash.
Desecrated, lie in ash as the idols turn to dust.
Desecrated is the prayer that a stone can not indulge.
Desecrated.

8. The Final Words

Lo and behold!
They preach servility, the conformed way of breathing.
They speak in the same tongues everyday.
Betwixt fear I smelt a carcass bathed of sin.
The carrion swarm will love us for this one.
Our only curse is the disgusting rotting urge.
To feed our ears with the devils piss.
Loyal and servile we kneel before his fallen throne.
Let us try recite once, before we rot and burn.
Master almighty, my light, separate my sinful spine.
"Bow your heads, to the sound of creation.
To the giver and take of life."
Swallow the sand and let it drown your insides.
This must be cleansing.
Cleansing for the constant current of whispers.
In the eyes of every second there is the warm breath of his lowness.
Temptation is our common blood as it runs free through the brain of every human skull.
Our fragile spines are so very meek.
We fracture to the simple calls of six fingers, eyes and feet.
Now I see what we've come to spectate today:
To pit the flesh on our back against nerves will never hold our will.
They won't give in.
They won't give in until we've surrendered.
They won't give in. The signals deep beneath my feet preach past the beat and rest beneath.
The martyrs call but we bind the lock and heave.
And now we've fallen from such monumental height unto the grounds of summoning fear.
So perfectly measured, calculated every deed.
The books of his back hands march to the path of transcribed disease.
I've given up.
And the world has given in.
When there is nothing left of earth, recite the final words.
When there is nothing left of earth, recite the final words.
Recite the final words.
When there is nothing left of earth, recite the final words.
"Mother abysmal can you mask my life's obscenities?"
The sky has spoken.
I'm in contempt up to my ears, mother.
Cry every unbirthed captive wolf.
The scale is now my master.
Respond only to his voice" Respond only to his voice.
They won't give in until we've surrendered.

9. The Architect

Brace yourself.
The towers arch over our heads.
The signs inching down our necks carve the path of our existence.
No obelus could be printed in the temple walls.
Perfection to the micrometer and no pillar could ever fall.
Brace yourself.
The sky is a dance of culling blades.
Encircle as knifehand prays to incise before ascending.
Surely the sea had been split and from its middle ground rose a serpent from a stick.
We have regressed with every step we grow much closer but now we tear the horns and beg the books will end the torture.
He who kneels before his lord is saved.
The towers above and the infinite throne have watched over millions of centuries to show there is not in existence a word to describe the love the creator has left for mankind.
The structures convey the majestic framework of the consuming earth, oceans placed universe.
Constructed pieces scream the same verse in his name.
Kneel before your lord.
Rest easy child.
You are saved.
He who kneels before his lord is saved and will behold the architect.
Behold the architect.
Brace yourself for time is proportioned now to stop dead and planets will come to sudden halt.
Brace yourself. Mountains will turn over in guilt the footwork will uproot itself exposing everything its built.
Brace yourself to feast eyes upon the most merciful most gracious light that any man could ever have beheld within his sight.
Kneel before the throne.
Seconds will race encasing quickly clouding thoughts, masking thy conviction tracing all to be untaught.
Pressed forehead to the floor, flow tears for mindless solace upon the edge of crafting fate where it's met with oceanic abyss.
Deliver what is mine to take for I submit unfaltering faith.
He who kneels before his lord is saved.
Kneel before your lord.

10. Outro

THE CRIMSON ARMADA LYRICS