Beyond the Veil - Fall Of Efrafa

In our haste we crowned a king

In our haste we bore his sin

In our haste we saw him god

In our haste;

born again

Not in life but words of fiction

Another fable carved in stone

His crucifix a graven image

Impotent faith, to die alone

A bastard son of a bastard god

Stolen saviors of ancient tome

Misshapen idols in manmade temples

A bloodied hand across our mouths

Man the martyr;

self appointed king

Lied in blood this selfish sin

Cast aside our sanity

The trinity of filth and lies

His majestic pestilent form

A rotted visage of our vanity

His majestic pestilent form

A rotted visage of our vanity

A cross a star a glyph

Burnt into our flesh

From our untimely birth

Cast upon us until death

And so we stand, ever waiting the end

Eyes skyward, ever waiting the end

Vacuous words read by naïve eyes

Coaxed out of pages, best forgotten

Cast a trillion shadows in their wake

Lay waste to all that we know

Bloated apes feign ignorance

Cloth to hide our guilt the stems

Our murderous nature in pastel rouge

This morality we attempt to fain

Man built God creates the veil

It hangs before us all and waits

Those who choose its warm caress

Dignify this empty fate

Angelic mythos cracked in the kiln

Shards embedded in the mouths of liars

Charged nature as unfit

Disfigured the sanctity of love

Tore down all that is good, all that is whole

Tore down all that is good, all that is whole