Third Day of Creation - Curse Upon A Prayer

Third day of creation I rose above the gods

Equal with life & equal with death

I built my glory from the ashes and dark

Son of the morning cast down from the stars

Words of failure set in gold

To cover the sickness untold

I embrace his prayers as my own

And tear them down with their worthless souls

Bright Angel, keeper of light

Rise above the heavens & enlighten our time!

Eyeless lord, eager to see

Crawling forth like a miserable & spineless sheep

Statues of shame set in gold

To cover the cancer untold

I pray their god as my own

And tear him down with his worthless soul

Heavens are torn and sun bleeds to death

Hope is buried in the grave that no one is willing to see

Open your wrists so the pain can finally reach

And gaze this world once again on its knees

«Through the ashes

Through the dark

I saw the sickness

Hidden in god»