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• The Unnatural Conception In Two Parts: The Birth And The Massacre Of The Innocents - Paramaecium
• Unceasing - Paramaecium
• The Chosen Land - Paramaecium
• I'm Not To Blame - Paramaecium
• Echoes - Paramaecium
• Even The Walls - Paramaecium
• Haemorrhage Of Hatred - Paramaecium
• A Moment - Paramaecium
• Betrayed Again - Paramaecium
• The Grave, My Soul - Paramaecium
• Of My Darkest Hour - Paramaecium
• In Exordium - Paramaecium
• I Am Not Alive - Paramaecium
• Gone Is My Former Resolve - Paramaecium
• The Voyage Of The Severed - Paramaecium
• Untombed - Paramaecium
• The Unnatural Conception In Two Parts: - Paramaecium
• The Killing - Paramaecium
• Song Of The Ancient - Paramaecium
• Removed Of The Grave - Paramaecium
• My Thoughts - Paramaecium
• Live For The Day - Paramaecium
• Injudicial - Paramaecium
• Enter In Time - Paramaecium
• Darkness Dies - Paramaecium
• They Tend To Die - Paramaecium
• Abstraction - Paramaecium
• Over The Sea - Paramaecium
• Dead To Death - Paramaecium
• My Failing Heart - Paramaecium
• I - Paramaecium
• Silent Carnage - Paramaecium
• Night Fears Morning - Paramaecium

[Music by A. Tompkins, J. Sherlock and J. De Ron]
The embryo implants the uterine lining,
folding within its amniotic abode
The gut and neural tubes forming in conjunction
Cardiac impulse with foetal brain function
The journey was harsh, days on the road in the dirt
The young couple compelled by the census taker to reach the City of David
The time came for the birth of her firstborn but no lodgings were found
So, wrapped in strips of cloth, the child was placed in an animal feeding trough
In the absence of relations
The human paternal genome left in want
The Word became flesh and blood through the unnatural conception
The uterine contractions are a source of pain
The agonising passage through cervix dilating
Vacating the endometrium the child emerges, afterbirth, initial respiration
Infanticide has gripped Ephrath, mothers cry as their children die
His Highness, his wickedness, Herod the Great
Has slaughtered the innocents for his excruciating jealousy
The Magi had informed Herod of the birth of a king
His unbridled ambition was crushed by the arrival of the Christ
He consulted the chief priests and scribes as to the place of birth
Then, with his throne in thought, the ugly violence of the murders were wrought
But too late for the child of promise had fled to western lands
The Word became flesh and blood through the unnatural conception
Thus the Christ of prophecy was born

[Music by I. Arkley]
Life is unceasing

THE CHOSEN LAND
Over time they've forsaken that great war crime of the ages
I dig and toil with bleeding hands and recoil
At the thought of mine own sunken faith
My own heart is as hard as this land
Which has been chosen by the Ancient of Days
Over time I embrace all the words sublime of the pages
I rend the soil with bleeding hands and recoil
At the thought of my life
Now as I stand at the edge of the field of Armageddon
I understand warfare that's been
And wars that are yet to be seen now
I understand warfare now
Over time I embrace all the words sublime of the pages
I rend the soil with bleeding hands and recoil
At the thought of mine own sunken faith
My own soul is as dry as this land
Which has been chosen by the Ancient of Days
Over time they've forsaken that great war crime of the ages
I dig and toil with bleeding hands and recoil

The night becomes the day
The darkness is swept away
My life became the death
The pain was in my last spoken breath
They always rely
Too much on me
They hide and think I can't see
They offer up their lies
I see it lurking behind their eyes
I'm not to blame
The door has been left wide
They have been left to decide
It seems the more I gave
The less I got, the more that they crave
They always rely
Too much on me
They hide and think I can't see
They think it's all a game
And when it's done they call out my name
But I'm not to blame
I held the will to live
But I decided to give
In ways they could decry
But choose instead to watch as I die
They always rely
Too much on me
But they don't realise
They always rely
So much on me
That they don't realise

I never knew it had a hold on you too,
And I didn't see just what you were doing to me,
And I couldn't get your words out of my head,
I couldn't be just what you needed from me...
And now I see
From the day you left until the day I die,
I'll never forget the look in your eyes,
No one can take back the night we shared,
Everything you said and our last goodbye,
I'll never forget what we did that night
You never knew that it was right infront of you,
And you didn't see just what you were doing to me,
I hear your voice cause it echoes in my head,
And I can't believe the things you said to me...
And now I see
From the day you left until the day I die,
I'll never forget the look in your eyes,
No one can take back the night we shared,
Everything you said and our last goodbye,
I'll never forget what we did that night
From the day you left until the day I die,
I'll never forget the look in your eyes,
No one can take back the night we shared,
Everything you said and our last goodbye,
I'll never forget what we did that night
From the day you left until the day I die,
I'll never forget the look in your eyes,
No one can take back the night we shared,
Everything you said and our last goodbye,

Faded by the hands of time
Faint echoes of my childhood dream
The images of days gone by
Are seldom what they seem
The candlelight spells out my name
The breeze from below leads the dance of the flame
Suddenly no one recalls
Yesterday's men have vacated the halls
And they all stay away from the home of their youth
And they all say they pray but pretend with the truth
I know I once was like them, old in word and deed
But my youth survived and revived
The ravages of need
Never has an open door
Presented me itself to claim
Even though the walls persist
In singing out my name
Even the walls know my name
The candlelight flickers the dance of the flame
Suddenly no one recalls
All of my deeds are adorning the halls
And the way that I've lived
Makes the world that I've known
And I know what I give I must give on my own
For it seems each room holds the key
To open other doors
As I make my way through the house
I'm finding more and more
Folded years before this day
The dust has found its chance to fall
The note from one of loving thoughts
Was never read at all
Even the walls know my name
The candlelight flickers the dance of the flame
Suddenly no one recalls what they said
Yesteryear's heroes are waking up dead
And I owe my whole life to the name on the page
And I look to my wife in the midst of my age
We both have lived with the thought
Of travelling afar
For this house is old and our home

If prolonged hatred breeds it will devour your mind
Animosity will annihilate sobriety
Insalubrious emotions can extirpate your existence
Agonised respiration, immersion in hatred
Internal haemorrhage of hatred
Exudation of hatred from within
Internal haemorrhage of hatred
Spreading writhing mass of vermicular sin
Suppress the grudge preempting its maturity
Destroy the enmity even before its inception
Seek extrication from the doctrines of this world"
Attain the love from the shed blood of God's Right Hand
Internal haemorrhage of hatred
Exudation of hatred from within
Internal haemorrhage of hatred
Spreading writhing mass of vermicular sin
We are to follow the ways of Christ
Be ready to obey the preparation which God has set
Harbour nothing against your fellow man
Except the love from the shed blood of God's Right Hand

Music by I. Arkley
Life is a moment

I have been betrayed again
All my rights have been denied
All my friends have turned me in
I have been betrayed by them
Even though I have done my all
Even tempered I've thought it through
Though in pain had the wherewithall
To suspect they were hurting too
In the night time I cry
In the night time I lie
In the night time I die
In the night time I cry that I have been betrayed
I have been betrayed again
Silent curses filled my mind
Terror waits, I can't condemn
(Though) I have been betrayed by them
Patient minded in certitude
That this anguish will over time
Take the remnants of servitude
To the heights of the near sublime
In the night time I cry
In the night time I lie
In the night time I die

In the distance, my falcon flies, circling above a clearing in the
forest. Suddenly, I hear its cries as it falls to the ground to its
death. Leaving Destiny, I rush in the direction of its final cry. I
enter the clearing and stop in sudden horror as I view an
unnatural spectacle of ancient fallen trees.
This is a fossilised forest, silent and calm, with no sign of
movement save for the stain of my form. The spell of age has
woven its evil intent upon this hallowed ground as beneath the
grey clouds the forest was rent. Moving slowly, in deliberation
and respect for the dead, I am revulsed by the scene played out
before me. How these giants have fallen. Their majesty, their
power, and all that they were are as dust to the soil and returned
to the earth. I know not why.
I plead with Destiny for an answer as she arrives and she explains
it thus; "It pays tribute to the accursed rains for of all that was,
little remains. These grey flowers you see are but a poor
reflection of what's left of humanity. They spoke the laws of old
yet chose to disoblige the Ancient, holding such decrees in
contempt by their works. The bane of mankind is that all that he
is until the day that he dies is a pawn that's expected to live by the
lies of tradition. The human condition, it seems, is to reduce all to
tradition."
I wander amongst the fallen trunks as though drawn, and find my
fallen friend, my falcon forlorn. Lifeless, I hold his body hoping in
some way he's free. Whilst clutching him, I notice something, now
what can this be?
Embedded in chalcedony within an aged oak is the semblance of
an ancient warrior sword. To suggest that this had aught to do
with the legend was a dream but to ignore the possibility I could
not afford. I grabbed a nearby rock and began to smash away
the quartz as crystal shards, they flew and cut into my flesh. The
golden sword hilt exposed, I pulled with all my might as it was
loosed at last from its chalcedonic grave. And I held the sword
aloft for all the land to see and I was filled with power beyond my
darkest dreams.
Destiny, with a smile, approaches saying, "The Garensword holds
the power to bequeath life as well as death" as I watch my falcon
take wing to wind and soar high above the forest once again.
Following the bird, leaving the clearing behind us, we enter into
the forest and instantly I am startled. The sword has affected my
sight, enabled me to see things which I have never noticed before.
There are thousands of graves amongst the trees; a cemetery for

Lassitude overwhelming me, my consideration to relent once
more strengthened with time. But the pervasiveness of the
promise, "Thou shalt not be enticed beyond thy strength to
withstand," held firm and true in my heart; the foundation of truth,
beaten and lashed and covered over by the waves of uncertainty,
yet still unmoved and untouched.
"Stay with me," implored De-syr.
These, the final moments of my darkest hour serve to reinforce
my confidence in power. I overcome temptation but the dragon
threatens "For thine is the hour but mine is the day."
I fought long to leave the dark side for life is a moment and death
the eternity.
Far from the sky my soul is calling. Far from the sky my tear
drops falling. Vilified faces everywhere are turning their gazes
from the air. They relinquish their hearts without a care as they're
turning their faces. Far from the sky; my thoughts are waning. Far
from the sky my life is draining. Ever the nightfall kills the sun and
the stars are seducing everyone. They clamber to heed the

A pool of water, crystal clear and shimmering, beneath the light of
an ancient moon. The water's cold tranquillity, majestic and
refined in stillness and in clime, disturbed in brief by the passage
of a lone vessel; the boat in carriage of the solitary one; the
cloaked youth of sad temper and sorry virtue.
In time, and not before time, beneath the overhang of tired
branches, the vessel gains the embankment, the youth alighting on
the shore. He wraps the cloak for warmth against the asperity of
the night, and upon his gloved wrist the falcon waits until the light
of dawn reveals that which is unseen, of the landscape of the land.
As the boat moves off unnoticed, beneath a tree he reclines to lie

I am not alive, though they say I am.
Such is the grave inconsequence of man;
liar that I am, I am not alive at all,
not alive at all, no. I am not alive.
Countless years have I spent in my quest, or so it would seem, at
the will of my mentor's request for truth, for the meaning, for life.
But what of this day? What of my own existence? How can I
pray to that which I cannot perceive?
Destiny would have that I blindly follow with no thought of my
own. But when I contemplate tomorrow my heart is turning to
stone. Why am I never satisfied? Why do I live with constant pain?
Is life just passing time till I die and thence never to rise again?
The sun is gone bringing the dark, the darkness heralds in the
night. I cannot sleep, my eyes are wide, it's the longest night of
my life. I've been denied, my life is gone, where is my breath, I
must have died. My hour is come, my tears are dry within my
eyes, life is denied. I'm cold, I'm dying, I'm cold, I am dying.
In my wretchedness, I recall the words my Teacher spoke to me,
"It won't suffice merely to exist my young friend. To be alive is
not to live, you must have life." Destiny, my companion, who has
joined me for many a day, enlightens my wandering mind thus,
"The fact that it is your utmost desire to behold both truth and life,
whilst you live in ongoing uncertainty and the everpresence of
death, would suggest that this state which you find yourself in is
not of your own demeanour; suggests that you once had
contentment and life from whence you've been enticed away.
Such was the Fall, that great tragedy of man. To behold both
truth and life, reason alone cannot suffice. You will not find it
within yourself for there lies corruption and death. And there's no
use in searching outside yourself for that, I'm afraid, is just nature.
Reason alone cannot suffice. You must search in the great
beyond, involve the Hidden Lands in your reckoning. You must
search in the great beyond, acknowledge the Ancient in His
beckoning. For this you'll require faith, the substance of things
unseen, for reason alone will never suffice. For there are greater
things behind the sky than in the entirety of creation. There are
greater things behind the sky than in all that you survey."
The spirits cry, they want me now but I resist, I will not die.

The dead who crave not life, I know not why they lie there
floating. They lie devoid of thought, bereft of life and drown in sorrow.
Sometimes they scream as life is deprived of them. Life is no
dream and death holds no final end. We all must die.
Hacking away with the sword at the earth, at the mounds of soil,
I try to recover the dead but get naught for my toil. The corpses
lie around me in various states of decay and no matter how hard I
try I can't bring life to their day. Even by touch of the sword they
refuse to awaken. And I know they seek life not. And I know
they like to rot forever. Even their lives were of no worth if in
their eyes they hate the truth even if it sets them free. Now is not
the time to revive. My mind revolts at this revelation. How can it
be that they lie calmly in their graves, resisting life as it pulls at
their heart strings; their cold eyes ever rejecting the truth?
I run with naught in mind but to leave that hateful place behind. I
enter darkened earth where De-syr has waited for me from the
day of my birth. I cross the bridge of grace along a well worn
path to satiate my flesh within the one they call De-syr.
Sorrow, my contemplating. Loving hours passed, I spent my life
anticipating sorrow. Thy cold embracing felt like love back then

The disciples, they were crucified, burned alive, decapitate
Those of the Reformation rejected the establishment of Rome
The likes of Luther at the diet of Worms
Others put to death in utter cruelty for failing to submit to a church of corruption
Denying transubstantiation|
But they overcame them by the blood of the Lamb
And the word of their testimony, and they loved not their lives unto death
That church, you think you're right all the time
You think you know what life means
Silence, see your crime, for things are seldom what they seem
As though to breathe were life
Darkness begins to rot your mind, putrefaction has left you blind
Your traditions and lies have left you less than whole

At the dawning of the second morning from the execution day
Women approached the private sepulchre where the dead Messiah lay
They queried amongst themselves as to who would roll the stone away
But then when they looked up they saw that providence held sway
On entering the sepulchre where the Son of God had lain
There were strips of cloth, garments of death, but no bodily remains
The angel questioned "Why seek the living among the dead?
He is not here, He is risen, just as He had said."
They killed the author of life but God has raised Him from death
He was not abandoned to the grave, nor did His body see decay
After He had died He rose from the grave, untombed
Now it came to pass as two men walked along Emmaus road
The risen Himself drew near to them, was invited to their abode
And it came to pass as He reclined with them He broke bread as day found night
Their eyes were opened and they knew Him well
Then He vanished from their sight
Whilst the disciples assembled behind locked doors because they feared the Jews
The risen Christ stood in their midst and He uttered "Peace to you."
Filled with fear they trembled thinking Him to be a ghost
But they clearly saw that He was flesh and bone
Killed was the author of life but God has raised Him from death
He was not abandoned to the grave, nor did His body see decay
After He had died He rose from the grave, untombed
(Forty days later)
Then as He was speaking before the eleven
He raised His hands in blessing and ascended to Heaven

THE BIRTH AND THE MASSACRE OF THE INNOCENTS
The embryo implants the uterine lining, folding within its amniotic abode
The gut and neural tubes forming in conjunction
Cardiac impulse with foetal brain function
The journey was harsh, days on the road in the dirt
The young couple compelled by the census taker to reach the City of David
The time came for the birth of her firstborn but no lodgings were found
So, wrapped in strips of cloth, the child was placed in an animal feeding trough
In the absence of relations
The human paternal genome left in want
The Word became flesh and blood through the unnatural conception
The uterine contractions are a source of pain
The agonising passage through cervix dilating
Vacating the endometrium the child emerges, afterbirth, initial respiration
Infanticide has gripped Ephrath, mothers cry as their children die
His Highness, his wickedness, Herod the Great
Has slaughtered the innocents for his excruciating jealousy
The Magi had informed Herod of the birth of a king
His unbridled ambition was crushed by the arrival of the Christ
He consulted the chief priests and scribes as to the place of birth
Then, with his throne in thought, the ugly violence of the murders were wrought
But too late for the child of promise had fled to western lands
The Word became flesh and blood through the unnatural conception

He was led to the place
Which was called Skull
Driving nails
Into His wrists and heel
Pain
The Christ of prophecy
Hung there until dead
Blood shed
He gave up His spirit
And such was the end
The corpse still warm
Was removed the tree
And sent to its burial
Hewn in rock

The song I perceive as I wander through the woods through the
dim light of dawn, lilts as it?s carried on soft shifting winds
through the stillness of this early morn.
"Upon the hill, east of the woods, the old man stood rapt in
thought; gazing, contemplative and lost in himself. His old hands,
fingers long and thin, but rugged, grasped the wooden staff. It
was familiar in his hand; crooked yet strong. How many times?
How often had he before this stood on this very place, lost within
himself; rapt in reflection? A light breeze swelled about him
ruffling his hair and wisps of beard, grey with age and wisdom of
years. He had seen much, experienced much and known friends
in the Hidden Lands. But that was before; before the Fall.
Glancing downward, a sea of activity, the forest teeming with life
and lives. But lives are merely a doorway wherethrough can be
expressed the nature of the Ancient; the one who abides within
the Hidden Lands. The old man thinks 'I am become not what
was intended but through intent am become.' And so, in servitude
to human heart, he made forfeit that which was his; the intangible
for the tangible, the imperishable for the mortal."
By now I am intoxicated by the surreality of the tale, viewing
myself in the old man, and at last it dawns and I realise the very
nature of mankind, and of myself, and I lay down to cry.
"In his youth, the Old man wielded the Garensword, but not now.
And yet, the legend holds that one day, Man shall wield the
two-edged blade once more to the conquest of nations and
strongholds and powers beyond this realm."
I raise my eyes as the song comes to an end and a stranger
approaches as though she's a friend. Extending her hand I accept
it and rise. Standing, she looks into my eyes. "De-nyl, we have a
long way to go. There is so much, too much, that I have to show you."
"If the truth is what you seek, it is only with the Ancient whose
face is never seen. He remains within the Hidden Lands and may
only be reached with the Garensword in hand. Let us depart from this place."
I was relieved to learn that I would not be alone in my quest. For
that day, Destiny became my guide. I released my falcon, the bird
soaring high and free above the forest canopy. And yet there
remained within my heart the lingering memory of that tragic Fall;
the wretched nature of mankind and of myself. Am I who I think I am?

Within the grave the body lies still beneath the soil
Aimless roots invade the casket as the body begins to spoil
Bereft of life, this rotting flesh, once nurtured in the womb
From uterine to pine it rots inside its silent tomb
Demon cry "With howls of laughter we saw them die
The life was ripped from them in days gone by
We watched the carcass go down, lowered into the ground
And we saw the dirt fall, now they lie there of no use to Him at all."
At the advent of the firstborn of the dead
The Spirit gives life to that which was mortal
Rent from the soil, exhumed of the earth
Life is restored when removed of the grave
Within the grave the body stirs as remains are realigned
The cadaver sown in weakness finds it can forsake the pine
Cervical meets thoracic as it claws its way through earth
Then the slab is rent asunder by a child of the rebirth
Demon cry "They're disinterred to seize the sky
Raised to life and thence to never die
We saw their eyes, they have power, their frailties are gone
We thought that we would have more time
Before they would be rent from the soil."
Exhumed of the earth, life is restored when removed of the grave
At the advent of the firstborn of the dead
The Spirit gives life to that which was mortal

My life, my days, they all just seem to pass away
My dreams, my thoughts
They all just seemed to come to nought
I find each day has its own little story
Each waking hour its own little glory
The pages say that my soul has been borrowed
The night time calls to my aching,
Tomorrow never comes
My life, my days, they all just seem to pass away
My dreams, my thoughts
They all just seemed to come to nought
My life, my days, they all just seem to pass away
My thoughts, my dreams,
All are seldom what they seem
Given time all the pain seems to melt away
Even time cannot heal that which
Promised to stay for evermore
Given time even pain I can hold in sway
I will wait with it hidden then loosed on the final day
At times I've hated the lives of the living
Wished all could see their salacious forgiving
The pages say that my soul has been borrowed
Can't spend my life
Making sure that tomorrow never comes
My life, my days
My dreams, my thoughts

The light of morn pours through the window
To settle on pages torn
The book, so old, vainly the truth waits for
Someone to read but is untold
Time is running out for the answer is clearer now
Behind the ordinary lives something quite impure
A latent visionary sees that which can't endure
They take away the sadness, they take away the pain
They say she'll never have to think for herself again
Live for the day, live life the way you want to
Give what you may
But don't let them take life from you
Too young, too shy, but even her ancestors
Knew not when they would die
The sands of time slipping away
Whilst she meditates on her last crime
Time is running out for the answer is clearer now
Behind the ordinary lives something quite impure
Holy they masquerade and purport to hold the cure
They take away the sadness, they take away the pain
They say she'll never have to think for herself again
Live for the day, live and do what you want to
Give what you may
But don't let them take life from you
Live for the day, live life the way you want to
Give what you may
But don't let them take life from you
They're counting the sands of time
They're touching the sound of moonlight
They're sealing the book of life
They're taking the truth from time
Behind the ordinary lives something quite impure
The taste of innocence found
That taste which can't endure
They take away the sadness, they take away the pain
They say she'll never have to think for herself again
Live for the day, live and do what you want to
Give what you may
But don't let them take life from you
Live for the day, live life the way you want to
Give what you may

Darkness in the garden
The prayers of the Desired of Nations are spent
As the blood drips from His flesh
Treachery
The traitor's kiss of love was active malignity
As his hanging and disembowelment would testify
He had betrayed innocent blood
With torches and weapons
They came to take Him away
The High Priest's servant, Malchus, his ear severed
From his head by the sword of Cephas
Was healed instantly by the touch of Christ
They took Christ to Caiaphas, He went resigned to die
The death sentence wielding
Such was denied Sanhedrin
Pilate unyielding save to the political will
Clenching a mandate in one hand
Reluctance in the other
The latter of small consequence
With the former beholden
His wife was plagued by nightmares
Whilst he was haunted by
The nightmare of insurrection
The crowd outside was gathering
"Crucify" was the refrain
Of their liturgy of death
Pilate claimed innocence of this man's blood
Just before he sentenced Him to die in agony
They abused the boundaries
Of their temporal jurisdiction
Unbeknownst to them establishing

From the outside all appeared serene
The garden framing a dreamlike scene
In the beginning the house was new
The rooms were warm there was much to do
I opened up the door and walked through
And maybe now I've come to see the light is whiter
And the life will enter in time
It's always whiter and the life is ever in time
Gravely the old man with greyish hair
Waiting sadly beneath the stair
Frail hands reaching out anew
Called for me, bid me thereinto (I hate myself)
I opened up the door and walked through
And maybe now I've come to see the light is whiter
And the life will enter in time
It's always whiter and the life is ever in time
All I have left is this memory
Thoughts of how loving used to be
All I have left is this tainted view
Painfully, I'm in love with you.
I open up the door and walk through
And maybe now I've come to see the light is whiter
And the life will enter in time

Distant voices begin to sing, "Now the fire's burning, let the fire
spread so those who think they live will realise that they are dead.
Over eons, over centuries, it has taken many names for the Spirit
of the Ancient is the fire within the flames. Let mankind burn with
the fire of the Spirit."
Following the golden path towards the burning Tree I pause
before I enter within the castle walls. As darkness dies the light of
truth is revealed.
I genuflect to worship at the throne of life.
"I have followed your quest with great interest" said the King as I
raise my eyes to meet his. "Many have stood where you stand
and many will stand there in latter days."
The Firetree, the tree that burns whilst it is never consumed. The
Firetree on which a man died to bring life to mankind. Who was
he, that man that died? Who was he? "That man was God."
I came before the throne seeking truth and life but, as everything
in my life begins to fall into place, I learn from the King that in
death there is life; to die to one's self is the truth of salvation and
eternal life.
The King addressed me once more saying "Once you were yours
but now you are mine. You have my permission to die. Go now
and die to yourself."
And with that, in obedience to the King, I stepped into the pool
of water, shedding my old garments and moving further into the
depths as the water engulfed me. That day, I entered into a new

Our Lord's enemies, they found Him in Gethsemane
They took God's only Son from the olive grove
And I decry, that which is breathing tends to die
Oh my Lord, his last hours of sorrow
I implore my hope for tomorrow
Our Lord's enemies, they mocked Him as they bowed their knees
They put God's only Son in a crown of thorns
And I decry, that which is breathing tends to die
Oh my Lord, I hope I can find you
I deplore the way that they bind you
Our Lord's enemies, they killed Him on a torture tree
They sent God's only Son to a lowly grave

Deathly hatred of life
Life with a hatred of death
Ritualistic slaughter of good
Unrelenting torture
BRIDGE
Condemnation, a raging fire
Eternal damnation of the soul
Effected by a carnal existence
REFRAIN
Hideous laughter, mockery of faith
Demonic powers, spell of hate
Judgement to come, imminent danger
Life without God, perpetual stranger
Building on the evil
Established by the sin
Constant infernal practise
Misery sets in
You suffer a spiritual blind deception
But God awaits a response
To the sacrificial death
Of the Lamb of God
BRIDGE
God's redemption rescinds the fire
Eternal salvation of the soul

OVER THE SEA
We sailed from southern England to the coast of Palestine
I stepped upon the shore and gazed back across the brine
For my own impress I ventured to explore the Holy Land
With little more than my faith I turned and made my way across the sand
Making my way inland to the sites I have heard bespoiled
I seek echoes of the past, things deep within the soil
All my life, all my days, taken with the need to raise the dead
I journeyed through the heat to the mountain of Nebo
To survey all that lay in the Jordan valley below
And there laid out like a blanket was the land that Moses saw
The promise of Sinai fulfilled to those that went before
Making my way inland to the sites I have heard bespoiled
All my time, all my faith, stands upon the need to raise the ...
All my life, all my days, taken with the need to raise the dead
Away from the darkness, over the sea,
My greatest fear is that this darkness has followed me
The doubts which had inspired my quest
I'm certain were stalking me in this place
And were even now determined to steal my very soul
All my time, all my faith, stands upon the need to raise the
All my life, all my days, taken with the need to raise the dead
Out of the darkness, into the daylight

When I saw him I fell at his feet as though dead.
Then he placed his right hand on me and said:
“Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last.
I am the Living One; I was dead, and behold
I am alive for ever and ever!
And I hold the keys of death and Hades.”
BRIDGE
Discard all remnants of malice
Deal with the remains of deceit
Annihilate all sense of hypocrisy
Leave it at the Keeper's feet
REFRAIN
Benevolence riling malevolence
Grace prevailing over death
Reaping the life of such prevalence
Dead to death.
“Follow me” said the Keeper as he walked the earth
“Let the dead bury their own dead”
“Do not be afraid of those who kill the body
But cannot kill the soul.
Rather, be afraid of the one who can
Destroy both soul and body in Hell.”
BRIDGE
Scrape out all feelings of envy
From slander your lips should be free
It's time to submit to the Keeper
Nail these things to the tree.

MY FAILING HEART
Evil calls to me, reaching out through eternity
Evil takes away all the faith that I own today
Demons taunt my soul, throw my heart in this wretched hole
Jesus calls to me ... I answer "No"
My failing heart is cold unto myself
My own convictions have not been proven
My failing heart has called unto myself
It lives in hope that I might find my way
It hopes in vain that I might find my way
As I stand on the edge of the Sea which is Dead
And ponder the fate of Gomorrah
I wonder upon which edge my soul will be standing tomorrow
I've passed through Jericho to the sands of Judea
To travel through wild lands seeking answers I fear, God
My failing heart is cold unto myself
My own convictions have not been proven
My failing heart has called unto myself
It lives in hope that I might find my way
It hopes in vain that I might find my ...
Evil calls to me, tears the face off my destiny
Evil takes away all the words I had come to pray
Daylight finds me here, 'neath this encroaching atmosphere
Demons call to me, I answer
My failing heart is cold unto myself
My own convictions have not been proven
My failing heart has called unto myself
It hopes in vain that I might find my way
It lives in hope that I might find my way

[Petey]
Man holla at ya dog
Petey Petey hey yall hey yall
Carolina bird dog, still got my shirt off
Still reppin' for convicts in Sing-sing to Burgaw
Still rockin' with T-T-Timbaland uh-uh uh-uh
I got a different role, different stroll
Impose, every nigga in here tryin' best to fuck with Petey hoes
I got em by the boat load, dark skin to pink-toes
Li'l bitty to big hoe, nineteen to forty-fo'I got some 1965 pantyhose
Still in the plastic bag now tell me I ain't a macaroni
Jerome Jerome to Don Corleone
Petey Petey the pussy beater
I suck em, fuck em, send em home
I gets my thug on, weekends
I get me club on, we in
So many hotels boy I ought to buy my own
Petey-ott, Petey swiss, Petey inn, Petey I (Petey I)MAN WE DID IT AGAIN
[chorus]
I I I I I I I I I I I IGot them girls Got them thangs
Got them guns
Got them stunts uh, I said
I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I Got them girls Got them thangs
Got them guns
Got them stunts uh, I said
I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I Got them girls
Got them thangs Got them stunts uh, I said
I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I IGot them girls
Got them thangs
Got them guns
Got them stunts uh,
[Petey]
P-P-Pardon me dog
Its the gitchie from the gitchie bar
Its really a tittie bar but I ain't got no license for it
I got the what they want
Plenty H, plenty OPlenty guns, plenty bows
Muthafucka chew ya road
You ain't never seen this before
But when this shit drop, all she wrote
International playa (yay ah)D-D-Deah ya go
All they want is that Timbaland and Petey Pablo
Now watch me ball, da-dunna-dunna
Rims spinnin', 20's on all the cars, da-dunna-dunna
Every time we hit em they different broads, da-dunna-dunna
Now yall ain't ready
I'm the jumping in the Jumping Jack Flash
You don't hear the way ya disc jumpin' across the track
Nigga I'm a jumpin' ass
Fist stomp I know you mad
But ain't too much you can do bout that
Cause I'll make em stop the track
Tighten my belt and whoop y'all ass
Y'all niggas gon' understand why niggas don't wanna drop shit this year
Five and five equals ten Petey Pab Timbaland is all it is
[chorus]
[Petey]
I'm the quicker picker-upper
Crazy soda can crusher
River, rock path, mobile home
Country muthafucka
Rep the dirty like a car commercial
You ain't heard it pitchin
Like the smell in the pasture, I'm the Cacky-lacky shit
Tr-Tr-Trash talkin' som'bitch
Trust me man I ain't the one to get mad at
Petey Pab got a bag of vats
And a gat if it come to that
So nigga-nigga don't act like that, playin'Get a nigga smacked like that, I'm sayin'Get a nigga wig pushed back, DAMNTimbaland where ya at
[Timbaland]
In a 18-wheeler blowin' my horn-horn
Granddad in the field pickin beans and corn-corn
Mama never saw that a star was born-born
Mama said star go mow that lawn-lawn
I said its hot as hell a nigga need some lemonade
Bump it its 2000 a nigga needs some Minute Maid
Go head and act up get cut with this switch blade
Nigga you better pay attention what the hook say

For the wages of sin is death
Scraping bodies out of the gutter
Rotting corpses piled on each other
Infesting plagues defiled the land
Sole rectification through sacrificed Son of Man
BRIDGE
Foul stench fills the street
Silent carnage, rotting meat
Tormented faces in despair
As vultures fill the air
Waiting to rip apart their prey
Seeking to take it all away
Taking them for all they have
Final chance to reach for life
REFRAIN
Regeneration through reconciliation
Obliterate the plague from the land
Seek the covenant blood affiliation
Propitiation by God's Right Hand
A sickly carcass beyond human likeness
Searches its soul and finds only darkness
Its desire for life is growing in size
As this rotted corpse slowly opens its eyes
BRIDGE
Foul stench fills the street
Silent carnage, rotting meat
But some dead seek rebirth
They want to walk the earth
Walking among the scattered dead
Feeding corpses living bread
Living in obedience is the
Final choice you make in life

Take it all away, I have walked alone
And wept in silent thought upon the cobblestone
They ridicule my faith, the learned of this rich establishment
I fear they hold the truth, that my beliefs are but imaginings
Night fears morning
My God, take it all away, all I have to say
Thoughts inside of me want to cease to be
This time they've gone too far, they've taken all my solemn dignity
This time they gone too far, they tore the veil, the pain goes on
Night fears morning
I must make my way to the holy lands
Aboard a merchant ship to search with my own hands
The soil will hold the keys to unlock all the bindings of my heart
My dreams will be assured, veracity will have it's daylight