1. EPOCH OF EXILE

For three transgressions of Damascus, and for four
I will cause terror with fire on the house of Hazael
For many sins and even more, my fury will not relent
Which shall devour and consume its ancient palaces
I will not turn away my anger or my punishment
Because of Edom, he pursued his brother with the sword
Yet I will send the flames in the walls of Rabbah
The king and princes shall go into captivity

Judah will be taken to a land of sadness
A place of recovery, a renewal of covenant promise
Wickedness has a price, a consequence
And sin betrays yet again

Behold, the days are coming says the Lord
When I will bring the captives back
The Lord of Hosts will raise a prophet from your midst
Who will despise the shame of the dreaded cross
Was buried, later risen from the dead
Ascended in eternal glory
Yet my nation has devolved foolishly
And it has turned into a byword of scorn

You will become an object of horror
And you will sow, yet harvest so small
How long, O Lord, will your wrath burn like fire?
Repent of your works and return to Me

Redemption is here to stay
We will hear you from afar
I will exalt you aloud
The exile will pass away


2. BENEATH THE DREADFUL SKY

Where were you when I designed the earth and all worlds thereon?
And who laid down the cornerstone below the clouds of dawn?
Did I not enclose the sea?
I commanded the morning star
Have you discerned the gates of death?
Have you an arm like God?
Disperse the rage from within and anger burning inside
As you tread the wicked man in dust and soil they'll hide
The behemoth, he is the first of the ways of God
Only the Lord can bring him near
Yes, near His holy sword
And deal with the mystery of Leviathan's monstrosity
Will he sign a vassal's pact, a covenant of peace with you?

Who has obscured my counsel, speaking without knowledge?
For I shall question you and let your answer follow
Have you instructed days or prescribed the nights?
Who has directed the air you breathe?
Was it you, O man?
Or have you searched for depths or dwellings of the light?
Who has begotten the drops of dew for whose womb comes ice?
Who births the frost of heaven, or who hardens the oceans deep?
Can you set their dominion or number clouds by wisdom?

Will I trust in Him to guide my way?
I know my Savior lives
I will not speak
Now ends a tale of moroseness, hurt
Of disheveled dreams and faded love
For my grief remains beside my life
Restore the life you took from me


3. MAZE OF ENDLESS NIGHT

Where are you, oh despair?
You've escaped from the common grave
And suspended above ground, you rain hopelessness
I have no rest from the emptiness caused by loss and resentment
Where are you, enslaver of minds?
Why must you live in me?

Maker of images fashions the idols
Working the coals and engraving the stone
Forming creation like deities designing
Kneeling before them and rendering devotion

Trapped in a maze
Confined inside
Hope cast aside
Times of dismay

Fashioning carvings to satiate hunger
Slavishly serving the mute artifact
Tiring labor, exhausting and draining
Patterns the structure that must be demolished

Trapped in a maze
Confined inside
Trust cast aside
Exhausted
Trapped in a maze
Confined inside
Hope cast aside
Bewildered

Answer my question this day!

Blessed he who reads aloud sacred words of prophecy
Consecrated those who hear, treasure them, the time is near
Once we stare into the distance across the sea of death
If justified, we must reject the stain of sin we've shed
Once we press on through the path, the road that lies ahead
The strength of God will sanctify the Spirit led

Yet while I'm here, terror falls by my side
Anxious concerning those events of the past
Stricken by a grief so immense in extent
Displeasure resulted from bitter providence

The Lord dominates His creation, and obliterates all false worship
Take me out of this place
Agony follows anguish
Ominous day of Christ, final vengeance
Victory is sealed with salvation
I call out to the heavens wondering if you are there
He renews the earth
Restoration
No more suffering
Yes
Amen


4. TOWERS OF ANCIENT WISDOM (2021 VERSION)

Behold, the cross.
Behold, the cross!
Night of ancient space, possession of the active mind.
Withstanding the tests of time, the sacred scrolls have opened their eyes.
Infinite ways we live by and defend.
New theories have caused a trend, morphing into controversy.
Centuries of conflict failed to destroy the ascending structures.
Look beyond the past.
Where do you stand today?
The future is a cloud awaiting.
The Gates of Hades recede like lower tides of drying lakes.
The heavens open releasing endless light, consuming and spitting out the unclean sites, eliminating the days of those who live for themselves.
Look beyond the past.
Where do you stand today?
Join us in our cause.
Awaken!
Decrees from kings have now expired, kingdoms in ruin dethroned by new worlds yet uncovered, new lands yet unseen.
I watch from ancient towers, a book of knowledge foretold.
The beginning and the end is truth, the wisdom I hold.
To suffer persecution of the spirit and the body, to wake up and reject the error that was given to us, the inheritance of the fallen rebellion.
Strength and solace for us who suffer.
Your demons rest in pain.
Open your mind and realize that the errors in us have been nailed to a cross.


5. ONWARD (2021 VERSION)

Moving forward through the barren underworld obscure.
Losing strength, our sickened bodies fail to react to pain.
Spirits of filth, demons of hate, are crushed in His holy name.
Impious beasts of the celestial dimension are extinguished.
A blaze spreads across the grounds consuming the lands.
Those fires of judgement.
Onward to the eastern waters.
Forever we will yield to nothing.
Onward to the southern skies without fear.
Onward to the northern mountains to conquer what belongs to us.
Onward to the caves of solitude, the western front.
Barren wombs will spawn a narrow way of life.
Once misguided now we obey another light for we are free to choose our paths, to turn nor not to our Creator.
Onward to the eastern waters.
Forever we will yield to nothing.
Onward to the southern skies without fear.
Onward to the northern mountains to conquer what belongs to us.
Onward to the caves of victory.
Satan, you are my enemy.
Spill the blood.
Crave the blood.
It is time to destroy the withered trees of bondage, eliminating seeds of endless discord and sin.
Blasphemy is covered by eternal blood, demise of the anti-Christ.
The Holy Spirit dwells inside my inner thoughts.
Father God, we lay our burdens at the Altar where your name is written in sacrificial stone.
Your name is etched in abstract perfection.
Pressing forward, I will follow You onward through our endless fate in this weak, invincible state.
Your name is written in creation.
Your name is etched in abstract perfection.