1. WHERE THEIR WORM DIETH NOT

Anathema
Eternally encased in flames
The fruits of deception
The everlasting pain
The decadent illusion - fuel to the fire
Devoured by death with ease
Exposed before the one you despised
His sentence incites your pleas

Temporary glory - the everlasting fire
The Serpent's true agenda - the passion of the liar
Driven by hatred of God and man
Maniacal thrust
Morbid prince of darkness fueled by pride
Consuming souls with lust

Eden's garden - without pardon
Cursed and cast away
Fell from Heaven - prideful leaven
Creation subject to decay

The seduction brought corruption
From conception we're estranged
Enslaved to mass deception
Now the sane appear deranged
Yet a light shines in the darkness
To redeem the souls of man
Through divine condescension
Salvation wrought through God's right hand

On a bloodied cross he purchase our redemption
Divine intervention - the death and resurrection
Behold the fulfillment of the scarlet oath

Souls in torment where their worm dieth not
Now enslaved where their worm dieth not
There they suffer where their worm dieth not
No one saves where their worm dieth not


2. ICHABOD

Majestic as a dove adorned
Bathed in unearthly light
He captivates the self-absorbed
With rapturous delight
Reassuring peace in Eden
Poised upon the spire
To thrust upon his prideful clones
In danger of the fire

Seductive in his flattery
The humanistic lure
Exaltation of the nature
Diagnosed impure
Stoking fires of conceit
The spirit of this age
Idolized for their success
The seer and the sage

Claiming to be of The Christ
They are the serpent's clones
Feeding on the souls of men
Exalted on their thrones
They elevate the place of man
And feed their self-esteem
Polishing the golden calf
Majestically it gleams
A cross adorned with glitter
A sideshow to be scorned
Appealing to the wounded
And pursuing the forlorn
The stroking of the ego
Deception is the fodder
Fattening the souls of men
Enticed into his slaughter

Blurring the chasm
Between human and divine
With self adorning altars
Where they sacrifice the swine
The shepherds are complicit
In this feeding of the beast
Filling up the chalice
For the wolves who host the feast
Self image defined
By the dross exposed through fire
Having the form
But resisting His power
Turn away

Humility is ravaged
With prosperity and ease
The idols of this fallen world
To which we now appease
Sacrificing sons and daughters
To this wretched fire
Self-deceived we have become
Adorned with the attire
Of deception
Ichabod


3. THE HOWLING

The Ancient Wind is howling
Proclaiming what's to come
The blood red destiny of man
And blackening of the sun
Devouring the bitter scroll
Unleashing truth to man
Prophecies of utter woe
Unveiled by God's right hand

Apocalyptic omens
The earth will soon consume
A crucible of indignation
And bleeding of the moon
Humanity struck with terror
Beseeching for their end
Still hardened in their torment
The wrath of God descends

Once symbols cloaked in shadows
The depths of such concealed
Through seventy sets of seven
Atonement thus revealed
With a spirit of supplication
Zion embraces her salvation
Revelation of the lamb slain
Through tribulation grace remains

Behold the fount majestic
Where blood and water flows
The Cornerstone of Zion
Emmanuel enthroned
Behold him
The Lion
Majestic King of Zion

The Ancient Wind is howling
Proclaiming what's to come
The blood red destiny of man
And blackening of the sun

Flee from the wrath to come


4. CURSED EARTH

Adorned in sorrow
Is the Emmaus Road
Will we surrender or kick against the goads?
Are we too selfish
To discern our own demise?
Cloaked in falsehood
Have we believed in our own lies?

Consecrate
Deviate

Cursed earth
Since Eden's fall corruption reigns
Broken and charred are the remains
Blind, deceived and groping
Clawing at its veins
Gnawing at the open wounds
And licking crimson stains

Cursed Earth
Lured by that which we despise
Seduced by its ethereal disguise
Golgotha's bread not broken
So we could feed on dust
In hedonistic Paradigms
And revel in our lusts

Consecrate
Deviate

Never been forsaken
Through the slavery of time
In clarity awakened
By the hand of the Divine
Rejecting false Utopia
As the widow spins her web
By mercy's hand extracted
From the trappings of the dead

The ending of this sojourn nigh
Our struggle is no more
Held tight in the Master's hand
Eternally secure
Grace has been the blazing torch
Through this - our darkest hour
For through the bloodstained
Cross of Christ
The darkness has no power

Transfigured we shall rise