1. Golgotha




Crucifixion of the lamb
destined to rise;
Golgotha awaits,
as he is sentenced to die.
There is no turning back
final sacrifice to be paid;
the one redeemer
will hang this day.
Preparing for the day,
roman soldier beat the king
setting for a crown of
thorns dead upon his skull.
Carry thine cross, savior
Golgotha awaits;
blessed lord, savior
take from me my place.

Son of a man, crucified;
Golgotha stands, undenied.

All heaven stands prepared
ten thousand strong;
awaiting Christ's command
to destroy us all.
My god, why have you
forsaken me? Why are you
so far from saving me?
Upon this cross I hang
agnostically, the sins of
the world I have impelled
into me.

Son of a man, crucified;
Golgotha stands, undenied.

Upon the altar, once impelled
the wrath of man again unveiled;
Cross of Colvery, undenied;
attonement's ritual, sanctified.




2. Age of Malevolence




Alone in a world that
show no remorse;
those who are judged,
or be judged come forth.
Hidden away as satisfaction
decays, down on your
knees, you so selfishly
pray.

No time to sorrow,
no need for the weak,
all those who've lost
to join the deceased.
Drowning yourself in the
abscence of innocence;
suffer and die, in the
age of malevolence.

Entering a realm of
subconciousness
as my grasp of reality,
lost; those who I trust
to soon betray; down on
your knees, you so selfishly
pray.




3. Beneath the Grave




The dead descend to lie
for beneath the grave;
all that they become
begins to waste away.
No fear, sorrow, pain
slowly fades away,
slowly their bodies rot
impressed beneath the
grave.
The earth is riddled
with the blood of those
who no longer breath,
death has taken their
goal to live eternally.
Their souls no longer
remain in their rotting
corpse, worms begin their
feast determined to suck
deceased.
God determines their fate
by what choice they've
made in life, heaven and
hell decided lay acceptance
of Christ.
The earth begins to sink,
worms begin to crawl.
No sign of life remains
as the maggots enter
their skull.
Death they see, into their
eyes, all they lived, dreamed,
empty lies.
Innocent you lay
for beneath the grave;
existence now is slain
sunken, breath betrays.




4. Sarcophagus




Undaunted by eternity,
anguished in time;
unthreatened by
mortality or penitence.
Cost to the lions
to rule this dark
and empty domain.
Banished by the will of
Postmortem to haunt a
dim and endless moch
of life; reclusive villain
longs eternity to walk
the ripping winds of
disdain.

Paralysing brief in time
ages pass as in a day;
Destroyer and creator
of my own kind.
Affliction is my gain
in the throes of the
undead;
come to envy the flesh
of mortals as all life
I drain.

The wells of sorrow, my
realm of domination.
Discontent, escape
fore longs my abomination.
This looming shell holds
only sorrow for one
whose every breath
guides and nightly weeps
it's own interrogation.