The First Born of the Dead Lyrics

Where is the god shrouded in light?
Where is his saving grace?
Behold the child of promise
Writhing on Golden floors


Where is the tranquility of being?
The realisation of meaning

Behold the trashing of blemished limbs
In the cruelty of birth untimely ripped

The seed of his shining adversary
Original sin being an unspoken gift
A willfull acknowledgment of nature
In all his infinite wisdom

A child is born in the his image
Bloodied and screaming, anguished
In the name of the fallen human form
In union with sacrosant channels

The stream of light is all knowing
Yet born with inherent wickedness and depravit
Wholly a vessel of flesh upon bone
As nothing more than beasts
We are but failure of God

To drown the hope of purpose
To shower the world with suffering
When everyvoice cried out in silence
We`re statues of ash to seize the wind