Rejoice in Apathy Lyrics

Pale, pale are the horses that we ride. Assail, assail the shameful watchtowers of guilt. Dethrone, dethrone he who can't be seen, he who can't be heard. Shrouded and shackled in a cloak of clouds, as dusk disguised.

In the glass of hours grain after drips down. Prognosticate the flood in which we all shall drown. And in their ivory towers the watchers lost their sight. Fumbling for a match as fires set their world alight.

Will you abide his coming and the empire of blasphemy. Turn your eyes upon him and rejoice in apathy.

Dance, dance upon the bones of a tortured world. Pain, pain so in life, so in death. Deface, deface the hollowhearted masks of faith. The serpent that dwells beneath your skin starts to crawl.

In the glass of hours grain after grain drips down. Prognosticate the flood in which we all shall drown. And in their ivory towers the watchers lost their sight. Fumbling for a match as fires set their world alight.

Will you abide his coming and the empire of blasphemy. Turn your eyes upon him and rejoice in apathy.

And who will swear his oath. And who will walk his path until the end of time and rejoice in apathy. And rejoice in apathy.