1. VESSELS OF FLESH

There is an absence within you,
A void which must be filled to continue
Unto the threshold of absolution.
Your soul lays dormant and must be awoken.

Beneath this skin we are free from the bonds
That shackle us to a reclusive form.
Our physical bodies may be bound to a prison,
But the mind’s transcendence can silence the storm.

Everlasting – the will to overcome.
Unrelenting – the mind’s upheaval.
Abandon this dying world.

Vessels of flesh, now obsolete in the scope of celestial lore.
Vessels of flesh, sculptures of bone,
From this decaying husk I construct my throne.

Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze,
searching for a path through the blackened haze.
Cascades of despair will plague you no more,
As your soul flies free into evermore.
Transcend into oblivion.

Open the gateways to worlds untold.
Silence the storm, let ascension unfold.

This eve of ascension – it pulls me through,
Pulls me closer to the truth.
The third eyes sight must be revived,
Free your mind, extinguish life.


2. SYMBOLS

Consolation of mind and body will rid your despair with a blissful tear.
Benign to a state of desperation we yearn for a breath of cleansing air.
We must halt the advances of pestilence.

As the pendulum swings away, redeem your lives, reclaim your rights, summon the will to find a way -
Before our time reclines.

For far too long, you have burdened this curse,
Watching the fragments of humanity intersperse.
Relinquish your primal urges and thrive.
Fathom the symbols of your mortality and survive.

So many years of negligence will cost us all.
The stench of corruption only accelerates our fall.

Our forefathers paved for the way inevitable path of destruction. Low and behold our ways have not changed, breeding self-loathing. This is our purgatory. And our priorities remain distorted.

Relinquish your primal urges and thrive.
Fathom the symbols of your mortality and survive.

Do the deceased have no regrets
For this world they've left?
We are a cancer upon the earth,
Beckoning for a rebirth.

Culling our future days,
Resources left to decimate.
Hordes will cry, into the night,
Questioning why they did not fight.
We are the architects of our existence.
Our fate is in our hands to make a difference.

For far too long, you have burdened this curse,
Watching the fragments of humanity intersperse.
Relinquish your primal urges and thrive.
Fathom the symbols of your mortality and survive.

Silence the hindering thoughts that cause dismay inside your head,
They only suffocate the will the make a stand.
Release this burden as you owe it to yourselves.
The ravaging sickness we have endured must finally end.

We are the architects of our existence.
Our fate is in our hands to make a difference.


3. ACHERON

(Instrumental)


4. ATONEMENT FOR SIN

Upon this flesh I carve the flaws of humanity,
Seven words scrawled deeply in a crimson array.
As the wounds run deeper I am drawn into the light,
Only to be held back by these sins that shroud me.

Deprived of all sanity and self control,
Voices of darkness and light fight to manipulate and resolve -
Who will forever pull these strings inside my head?
This flesh puppet is theirs for the taking.

Falling, falling is Babylon,
Fallen, these dreams and hopes
Crafted from my desire -
The decay of man's empire.

Breathe in new life,
Breathe out disdain,
Basking in the drain of your life's essence -
My ecstasy, your pain.

Forsaken souls shall not pass onto the path of the righteousness.
Endeavoured to witness the glorification of my aftermath.
I am the scourge of their aspirations,
I am all they've ever despised,
The harbinger of salvation,
I am the wrath of God.

They stare in wonder as their life quickly fades away.
Dissonant, the only sounds that could be made,
Surely this will grant me entry?
I absolve you of all your sins,
Will this sacrifice be made in vein?
Atonement for what I became...
Atonement for sin.