Chord Temple Lyrics

Agony in desert caused by inconscious loudness
Bones instruments floating in the veins
Let fingers rise high above
Asking delicious rhythms of thunder

Hear deities' sculptures of lightning
Summoned in the dead chord temple

Nature creates the magnificent orchestra
Symphony of dead architectures
Harmonies are lying as the sand is moving
Walking to the sickened chord temple

Initiated by the distortion of sand
Raping the soul of melodies
Dissonance as a confluence
Now you can call

Congregation of sound appears
Singing with the guts strings
Dismembering your body
To let the circle as twins

Now with the I and eye, I can call
The thousand years chord temple
But sand is disharmonizing and dying
Master, I am as a gatherer... But

Instruments we are of the sound
Instruments we are of the soul