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Watchful Eyes (Prologue)
01:41
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Instrumental
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Act I - Isolation
03:24
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Silenced by the judges as we reclaim our birthright
To thrive amongst the land under the kingdom of God
Within these walls lies a crowd with blinded eyes
Confined to faithful dispensation
The testament is torn and withered with resentment
Envious Mouths By which I am forsaken
We flee the village We journey forth
Indignant bodies watch with no remorse
The song we sing to soothe our fretful nerves
A solemn Hymn to the WRATHFUL God we serve
1. “God the All-righteous One! man hath defied Thee;
Yet to eternity standeth Thy word,
Falsehood and wrong shall not tarry beside Thee;
Give us peace in our time.”
A vast wilderness approaches near
Our somber melody slowly fades
Raising our hands to the heavens above
We pray in silence awaiting our terrible FATE
How can a man build a home from ash
My faith is strong but my body cannot last
The field is barren with only dirt and rock
What’s left alive consumed by rot
1. “By The fire of thy Chastening,
Earth shall to freedom and truth be restored”
1. “God the all merciful! Earth hath forsaken
Thy ways of blessedness, slighted Thy Word;
Bid not Thy wrath in its terrors awaken;
Give to us peace in our time, O Lord.”
The call o’ the wood grows ever louder
I pray o’er my babes, lest they be devoured
SOMETHING WICKED LIES IN WAIT
1. God the Omnipotent
Henry F. Chorley // John Ellerton
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The fields are beset with blight
Unrelenting frost hath blanketed the soil
My skin is numb and withered
1. “O God, my Ref-uge, hear my cries”
Onward to the wood
We must search for provisions
Starving and stumbling through the barren grove
As the day wilts into the night
The shadows thrive, Choking out the Light
Gnarled roots and twisted branches they thirst for blood
1. “Their rage is leveled at my life,
My soul with guilt they load,
And fill my thoughts with inward strife
To shake my hope in God.”
Behold the dying ember, the last beacon of hope
Against the ravenous darkness…
You cannot hide for long
Lo i can hear you breathing
The scent of youth still resting on the fog
O child I can spare you
I know you’ve heard my song
But i grow weary of WAITING
Awoken by the sudden silence
An empty cot where the babe had lain
The stale stench of loss seeps in
Hours of searching but in vain
1. “By morning light I'll seek His face,
At noon repeat my cry,
The night shall hear me ask His grace,
Nor will He long deny.”
LORD is this retribution?
Thou know’st of my deceit
O God return the innocent
I crumble at thy feet
Her Vile figure amidst the flames
Shedding ancient SKIN
Writhing in the blood of a newborn
Unspoilt but wet with sin
A gruesome offering
A brutal sacrifice
An Illusion of the feminal
Created to entice…
Gazing at the moon
A groan with every breath
Malevolent machinations
Amongst the shades of death
1. O God, My Refuge, Hear My Cries by Isaac Watts
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Wretched are we, who stray from the flock
Where our lord and shepard, cannot keep watch
Absconded to escape the wrath of man
But thy judgement, thy plague hath scorched the land
1.“O Lord, to Thee I cry;
Thou art my rock and trust;
O be not silent, lest I die
And slumber in the dust.”
GOD, I beseech thee
GOD, with all your mercy
GOD, I know my sins
I swear that I will not falter again
(JOHN)
O Child, I’ve heard thy cries
Against the silence
Dost thou seek refuge from my will?
Every famine, every curse
Sins must be repaid in kind
Thy own blood, dances with the devil
And thou dares to question me?
I’ll show thee mercy
Gouge out thine own right eye
2.“Not what my hands have done
Can save my guilt-y soul;
Not what my toil-ing flesh has borne
Can make my spir-it whole.”
If blood must be spilt
I shall enact thy will
Wretched are those, who stray from the flock
Where our lord and shepard, cannot keep watch
The wicked ne’er escape the wrath of god
There must be retribution
Divine strength courses through my withered frame
The Kingdom of God must remain unscathed
Righteous fury, it permeates my every breath
3.“For the wages of sin is... death”
Every famine, every curse
Sins must be repaid in kind
The ears of the ireful, easy to bend
and their nature so easy to find
A call from on high, pointing fingers at wretchedness
Brings out the hatred in man
For the children of God do not seek the truth
Rather carve out their sight with a knife
1. O Lord, to Thee I Cry; The Psalter, 1912
2. Not What My Hands have Done; Horatius Bonar
3. Romans 6:23
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Act IV - Desperate Tears
03:37
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Lo I know that evil has entered my home
For the almighty one beckons sacrifice
I would cut off my right hand ‘fore it fell to sin
And I will be damned if you are innocent
1. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live
The word is resolute and so is my will
1. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live
Abominations shall be cast unto the flames
I hear her scream, press my hand to my mouth
And watch in terror as he drags her out
The putrid stench of hatred, only to be slaked by slaughter
I taste blood, as mother is slain ‘fore daughter
Bloodlust, it's only natural, like breathing for the wicked
Decadent and delicious, the deepest darkest wishes of man is to:
tear and rip and rend
For I know that evil has entered my home
My own flesh and blood must be ripped from the bone
1. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live
The word is resolute and so is my will
1. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live
Abominations shall be cast unto the flames
DO NOT FLEE INTO THE WOOD
I’LL NOT REST ‘TILL I’M DRENCHED IN YOUR BLOOD
Child, I know you’re the evil that entered my home
So i’ll lay the broken body of a harlot at the foot of the throne
Come my child, for I will never do you harm
I knew at first sight you’d fall into my waiting arms
A broken little waif, pursued by wrath
Shelter from the storm is all i have
1. Exodus 22:18
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Act V - The Sacred Coven
03:35
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Wake my child, there is no need to fear the dark
For I, the sun, will lead you to the morning
But do not mourn your innocence
This is the path to deliciousness
Listen! your sisters beckon
Listen! Your god is deafened
1.“What though the hosts of death and hell
All armed a-gainst me stood,
Ter-rors no more shall shake my soul,
My ref-uge is my God.”
What kind of shepard bathes his lambs in blood
What kind of father, could stand where my father stood
The first of man, seduced by my hand
For Eve lay bare, fruit ripe with despair
You’ll find your refuge here
A trade so simple my dear…
A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye
If you wish to live your father must die
Listen! Your god is dead
Listen! Blood must be shed
At my right hand you’ll find thy seat, the ground will tremble beneath thy feet
O child, the book hath been signed and sins shall be repaid in kind
Where is the beast I once called daughter?
A wretched harlot who forsook her father
Thy mother’s body a fruitless sacrifice
But surely thy blood will suffice?
Father, Tis I the child that you seek
Thy faith may be strong, but thy body’s still weak
Father, even the righteous must rest
And now you’re so still with my claws on thy neck
1. My God, How Many Are My Fears! from Psalm 3, Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
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