01. Bearing The Serpent's Lamb
This virgin churns on the back of her own indisposed and throbbing body.
Nauseated she chokes on her own vomit emitted from her distended and desiccated throat.
Weak and obscured this woman's body begins to convulse and twitch in her now soiled sheets with an abdomen beginning to flourish as her ribs unhinge and shift.
Beneath the rib cage lay a sweltering child.
A child forcing and pushing outward for decampment of his mother's womb.
Bearing a bastard child.
Bearing what is now the son of the new world's lord.
Bearing the serpent's lamb.
Overwhelmed she grows debilitated and weak.
Staying attentive becomes more burdensome, a struggle to stay awake as her body starts to contract, she mutters one conclusive, crowning breath.
"Why would such a God allow such deep evil? Theodicy!"
The curtains are slowly lowered over her solitary and meaningless life.
Her chest lay open, a gaping wound revealing the damage left inside.
Her body only used to mask the beast that dwelled internally.
This orphan child scowls over the remains of his birth given origin, his own mother - only to grow through his adolescence to clench the name of the Antichrist.
02. Reduced To Mere Filth
Over time in a world where religion has dispersed,
Modern times have shown these connections to slowly deteriorate,
With empires alleging their holy books to have absolutely no flaws -
All accepting everything in it's deceitful print.
They pursue to interpret these sacred pages to gather aspiration and formulated belief.
Their community now only falls from expanding socialism - a divided population, disposed.
One half putting their gods to rest now to only praise the antagonist against of what they once worshiped,
His words cradle his followers -
While the others being sealed out of the world they once know out of pure ignorance.
Knowing their fate, they absolve to relinquish themselves.
Hundreds, mass upon thousands take on a religious suicide.
A religious populace reduced to mere filth.
03. Altered From Catechization
The demon lord's son, now a ruler of only one nation,
Spreading his gospel among millions.
Empires fused and bound together by the fingertips of their distinct leader,
A flesh parade of a converted public altered from catechization,
Manipulated and influenced into a sense of delusive calm,
Consuming every word spoon fed directly into their beliefs.
As a shepherd carrying his offerings between his arms,
Garnished statements maintain and keep his people optimistic and confident.
A lucrative piece of propaganda (that's all I can make out for the first part but the lyrics were NOT printed in the booklet)
A throbbing army only grows from the misleading tongue of their new ruler.
(This is another part of the song that lyrics were NOT printed for but it sounds like he ends the line with "subjugation")
One army with new beliefs, expanding through demonic designation,
Ordered to butcher the existence of anything remotely contrary
Almost as a re occurrence of times past.
All previous enemies of the forgoing lord have come and gone,
Having their own corresponding image of God through their own incoherent reflection.
An incision leads to the future of the new world -
A mark buried deep under the skin and flesh will define and distinguish man.
Signatures implanted on the hands and forehead.
Re occurrence of modern times and scriptures.
Testament to holy doctrines written in vital blood.
In the extent, all will hold something very similar and accordingly.
All will bear his name with the distinct and original number of his signature.
In a new world with suppressing technology.
Lacerations lead to codes embedded in blood streams beneath the flesh.
Currencies fuse together to form a solitary and overruling capital.
Money evolves into cryptic letters and numbers that flow through the net -
A conflagration set to diminish papered riches, depleting its masterdom.
No longer capable of enslaving the likes of human kind from only presenting itself as a form of an object.
Fragments of ash flow through the atmospheres currents,
Onlookers breathe and inhale what they once worshiped.
The demon's solution, a new world order.
06. Strings Of Hypocrisy
As if this country was reborn, birthed and raised in monarchy,
Cracked open from its adolescent and fully disfigured shell.
A throne sits in the center of government buildings,
With a ruler imposing his people to administer his demands.
Elections over-weighed from the unmindful and incompetent herds of the illiterate -
An interbred nation suspended from strings of hypocrisy.
Eventually to strengthen at the roots from the predominant union,
Held from the palms of their fraudulent and expanding overlord.
For the wrath of God has been placed in his power.
He cast warfare over the kindred, his military actions compose eradication and
genocide of the holy and sacred.
A cloak hides the identity of this leading politician.
His speech distorts his terminological inexactitude.
He remains remorseless toward his ongoing success in his fabricated image amongst this crumbling nation,
Unaided possessing the entire world within his palms.
07. Martyrdom Unsealed
The sound of trumpets echoes throughout the world.
Advocates lean before the demon's son.
Worships and prayers compose under a restrained landscape.
Succeeding to only withered murmurs and whispers as the essence of man slowly converts to nonexistence.
A hum carved into kindred nations from the sound of forewarning trumpets.
Gates and doorways of martyrdom unsealed.
The earth cracks open, revealing a vast chasm, an exposed cavity of earth.
Hell spills onto human world soil, demons ascend from the subsurface.
Dehydration of past flourishing bodies of water, making the landscape deprived and desolate.
Plagues of unhallowed locust thrive and seek torment.
The new lord takes his throne.
Aroma of the end spreads through the sky.
The numbers within his kingdom diminish.
The marks implanted beneath the flesh no longer favor or secure their safe being.
Hundreds upon thousands now enslaved.
09. The Divine Falsehood
I stood in the sand from the mouth of the sea and I watched a serpent rise from its depths.
Upon his horns rested ten crowns as the discord of trumpets grew unnerving.
Its perception giving an overruling mentality of authority and supremacy,
All dwellers of earth shall pray and worship this form of a single demon.
Whose names are not written in ink or blood in the book of the life of the lamb.
Shall be slain from the foundation of this declining and now decaying world.
10. Coalescing Prophecy
And he opened his mouth in blasphemy deluding their designated God.
His men and women all carry a sacrament of his number.
These followers with their morality of conscionable age have left behind the sign of the cross and redemption.
They have mindlessly chosen the path of social standards.
The path of conformity, with the mark of eternal damnation.
"Fall on us and hide us from the face of Him who sits on the throne and from the wrath of the Lamb!
For the great day of their wrath has come!"
The sixth forewarning trumpet sirens,
Following the demonic armies that surface from the open wounds of earth.
They march toward bloodshed and warfare against humanity,
The limbs and remains from the carcass of man extend across open land.
These once depleted seas and rivers now flourish with the fluids and the bone of conforming followers.
Future existent worlds coalesce into one.