Phinehas : The Bridge Between

Metalcore / Etats-Unis
(2013 - Red Cord Records)
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1. PANHAMMER

Come on, come on,
Are you a dead man?
Pull up your skirt,
We’re on a mission.
Who said we've won?
We need a hero, not a politician.

Don’t you know our legs will never carry us far enough
When we've put our faith in a map
A blind man drew for us
The attrition of this nation will seal its fate
Light of the world, illuminate!

Oh yeah!
Won’t you blind us all?
Oh yeah!
Show us your scars!
Show us your scars!

Oh yeah!
Won't you blind us all?
Oh yeah!

My hounds were bred of the golden kind,
So flew’d, so sanded,
Follow the march to the end of the world,
Two by two.

Dead man, what are you waiting for?
Dead man, get a hold of yourself and pull some swagger!

Come on, come on,
Are you a dead man?
Pull up your skirt,
We’re on a mission.
Who said we've won?
We need a hero, not a politician.

Oh yeah!
Show us your scars!


2. WELL IF THE EARTHS ARE STOPPED, THEN THE FOX FACES THE HOUNDS

I shake the dust from off myself
And set my face like flint.
Scorch the thorns entangling me
And pull me closer into you,
Because this city’s full of devils
And the streets clad with coal.
I remember every waking day
As I chewed on your soul.

On and on,
A recollection of our failure.
On and on,
Forget the past,
we’re moving onward!
Tell my devils I’m never coming back

I can see that your motives are not pure,
And I feel ashamed.
I can see that your motives are not pure,
They’re not yours!

Throw the stones,
They weigh heavy in your hands! (x2)

On and on,
A recollection of our failure.
On and on,
All the people crushed on the threshing floor.

I can see that your motives are not pure,
And I feel ashamed.
This body, a burning building,
It’s nothing but flesh and bone.
This body, a burning building,
Turn and run or face the hounds.
Face the hounds!

Tell my devils I’m never coming back.


3. DAVID AND THE GATE

Make ready for war
To breathe in the ashes of misery
Prepare the gallows
In fear, death finds its finality

You are not defined by failures
A heart of truth is forged
From the struggle to overcome
Pick up your weary head
And look to your Maker’s eyes
There is more to life than living afraid to die

Death is not what scares me,
It’s the apathy of being alive

We’re rising above the sadness of this world
Light of our Maker’s eyes
We’re meant for more than empty breathing
Shatter the silence, we’re screaming Adonai

Take up your banner, dig their graves
Steadfast and waiting for death to show its face

Open the gates, Open the gates
Lest you be food for the fire

You are not defined by failures
A heart of truth is forged
From the struggle to overcome
Pick up your weary head
And look to your Maker’s eyes
There is more to life than living afraid to die

Death is not what scares me,
It’s the apathy of being alive

Make ready for war
Prepare the gallows
To breathe in the ashes of misery
In fear, death finds its finality

When death shows its face
I swear I won’t be a coward’s feet
These backward attempts
Drive me further into the ground
Would you break my ribs
Cut the veins from my pride
Pull the chains
And watch what was rooted fall

Light of our Maker’s eyes
We’re screaming Adonai


4. A PATTERN IN PAIN (ACOUSTIC)

As I charge the bloody fields
Waiting for your hands to pierce the depths
The world is stirring
Yet you keep silent to me

This battle shakes the ground
But your voice could split the earth
The world is stirring
Yet you keep silent to me

Eternity will never be long enough with you
When every step I take feels so worn
If heralds of glory sing
The minute life begins to fade
Then death is just a bridge between us

See the enemy line the hills
So hide my fears from me
The world is stirring
Yet you keep silent to me

Like a burning wound it kills me
That I haven't heard you in years
The world is stirring
Yet you keep silent

Eternity will never be long enough with you
When every step I take feels so worn
If heralds of glory sing
The minute life begins to fade
Then death is just a bridge between us

I've waited for years
For what a brush with death has shown me
And I will trust in Your grace
That speaks of the end
As my life begins to fade
I know Your blood was the bridge,
The bridge between us

Your blood was the bridge between us
Your blood, your blood (x2)


5. ENKINDLER

I've seen you change with the season's wind
Watch you fall before the spell's end
Unlocked and waiting was the door
A teasing sight then the rain begins to pour

But I can't see past the clouds
To your plan beyond my eyes
Past the winter
If the world gets cold then why don't I build a fire

Unhindered ending of unanswered love
I shot an arrow through your stainless dove
My hesitation keeps me stuck at port
Your grace upon the waves means nothing stayed ashore

But I can't see past the clouds
To your plan beyond my eyes
Past the winter
If the world gets cold then why don't I build a fire

But I can't see past the clouds
To your plan beyond my eyes
Past the winter
If the world gets cold then why don't I build a fire

So let loose the words to break these chains to meet you halfway
In a dead-cold world I'll strike flame

But I can't see past the clouds
To your plan beyond my eyes
Past the winter
If the world gets cold then why don't I build a fire

But I can't see past the clouds
To your plan beyond my eyes
Past the winter


6. CROWNS (ACOUSTIC)

Draw your depiction
Stars become scars
In the palm of Your hand
Bridged by blood
Your blood paints the paragon
Of unrequited love (unrequited love)
Do you remember pain followed by reassurance
And the light shining through
Bearing the poise of a Redeemer
Choking the shadows, defeating death

Providence:
Laid out before us
Father’s arms
Reaching out

The nations will hear a new song (x4)

Give us discernment
Doors that glow at the sound
Of forerunners’ words (Forerunners' words)
We are empty
Until you sit at the throne of our hearts
Break us free
Unshackled from our dire condition
We have hope

Lead us to the water... (x2)

Kings of earth, bow down,
And lose your crowns (x2)

The nations will hear a new song (x4)


7. THE WISHING WELL (ACOUSTIC)

A thunderstorm, a distant shore
I’ve witnessed this before
Patience was fleeting
If a thousand coins on the ocean floor would bring back love to me
I’ll wait forever

Fill the sea with dreams of a wishing well
Waves bring back my coins to me
Drain the deep that teems with my empty shells
Slaves of sand still call for me

I once had love to give
I once had hoped to live
The rarest stones will break my bones
And golden salt stops my lungs
The perfect limbs and haunting eyes
Begs the seas: begin to rise

Fill the sea with dreams of a wishing well
Waves bring back my coins to me
Drain the deep that teems with my empty shells
Slaves of sand still call for me

What grace is this that saves...
What grace is this that saves me? (x3)

What grace is this that saves...
What grace is this that saves me now?


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