• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Veritas - Wolves At The Gate
• Veritas - Avrigus
• Veritas - Agathdaimon

Heaven is His throne and the earth His footstool
And yet we patronize with our idol worship
(So) remove your heart, invert it to
The kind of grace that will cut through
This primal trait innate in man
Has plagued us all since we all began
To trade the truth for a lie
Find yourself given over
I've made these shrines in my eyes
Break down these walls
What we need to know is that we'll always have
salvation
What we need to see is that One died for all and
therefore all have died to death
This is a warning to all those who stumble and mock His
name
He will seek you out, spit you out, and wash away
Plaguing our souls since we began
Trading truth for lies find yourself given away
Plaguing our souls since we all began
Trading our truths all for lies
I've made these shrines in my eyes
They're shaking
I need your cleansing power
I need your cleansing
We live by faith not by sight
One died for all and therefore all have died to death
I fear, I fear we're falling
I fear we're falling faster now
Before we built these shrines inside
This fear of falling faster
Is slower than your wings of grace
This disbelief of sin has died
Plaguing our souls since we began

Wounded by pleasure in flower of youth,
Measure for measure, tortue for truth.
Passion is my highest good.
Flesh and blood am I, my lord.
Lost to plan now, lost to purpose,
Won for better or for worse,
Lady-in-waiting for you am I,
Watching moments of glory pass us by.
Passion is my highest good

Deep into the darkness peering
Long I stood there fearing
Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before...
But the silence was unbroken
And the stillness gave no token
And the only word there spoken
Was the whispered word: "Veritas"
This the dark whispered
And an echo murmured back the word
Merely this and nothing more!
Fools and faith conspire
Questions of desire
That they never owned before
Kings without their armour
Men without their honour
We all slip into oblivion
We are the dark inside the night
The ghosts about which the poets write
And the dreams that night's embrace
That slowly leave without a trace...
O, suflet sparge-odata, ingustati inchisoare
Si scutura-te-odata de-acest lut pamintesc!
Vreau sa m-agat de tine, spre cer navala dind
Cum viermii de-un cadavru s-agata misunind!