Pawn of the undead, tell me What drives the herd to the altar? To sing, his songs To kill in the name of the father? As subjects, seraphic, so mesmerized Who speaks, from the air Through words in text-bound fiction? Aeon, epochs... What binds the flock to these illusions? Unquestioned, apocryphal, arcanum ...so obsolete Penetrate the myth and artifice Are we not still brothers, born from flesh alike? Yet that burden's on your back, handed down through time Its coils grip firm, its forked tongue spits The written word is law, there's ʹno god but god,ʹ after all? The names will change from one nation to the next Yet one word joins them all - megalomaniacs Minerva's owl is dead, the zealot's arrow struck Spiral, spin, logic drifts, into the dusk Breaking the bread, inquisitors arrive! Anathema decreed Duplicity, deceit Off with their heads, they will say Embodiment of faith Riven in disgrace Off with their heads, just the same Merciful and kind Holy and divine Off with their heads, either way Sanity and peace Ever out of reach Off with their heads, it's too late No maps point back from this place When damnation calls, the confessor leads the way Messengers of god Cut their throats and praise in rapture Mental malcontents Spewing forth fairly tales History is spent Carving up minds of men Sleepwalk through life To caskets waiting, open wide Dead axioms Binds the past through broken hymns
One of the best metal songs ever written.
UNDERRATED BAND
Pawn of the undead, tell me
What drives the herd to the altar?
To sing, his songs
To kill in the name of the father?
As subjects, seraphic, so mesmerized
Who speaks, from the air
Through words in text-bound fiction?
Aeon, epochs...
What binds the flock to these illusions?
Unquestioned, apocryphal, arcanum ...so obsolete
Penetrate the myth and artifice
Are we not still brothers, born from flesh alike?
Yet that burden's on your back, handed down through time
Its coils grip firm, its forked tongue spits
The written word is law, there's ʹno god but god,ʹ after all?
The names will change from one nation to the next
Yet one word joins them all - megalomaniacs
Minerva's owl is dead, the zealot's arrow struck
Spiral, spin, logic drifts, into the dusk
Breaking the bread, inquisitors arrive!
Anathema decreed
Duplicity, deceit
Off with their heads, they will say
Embodiment of faith
Riven in disgrace
Off with their heads, just the same
Merciful and kind
Holy and divine
Off with their heads, either way
Sanity and peace
Ever out of reach
Off with their heads, it's too late
No maps point back from this place
When damnation calls, the confessor leads the way
Messengers of god
Cut their throats and praise in rapture
Mental malcontents
Spewing forth fairly tales
History is spent
Carving up minds of men
Sleepwalk through life
To caskets waiting, open wide
Dead axioms
Binds the past through broken hymns
Absolute Awesome
I LOVE CHRISTIAN MUSIC :)!!! AWESOME-GREAT SONG!!!
1:09 omg 😮
Make's me wana