Surrounded by glass
One must not throw stones
For this communion binds us
As we are bind and contempt for the feeding

Shrines of moria
Empathy for those who cannot see
Shrines of moria
Empathey for rhose who cannot see

A battle for scripture and faith ensues
These are the lost gospels buried again
These are the words of christ buried again
These are the lost gospels, the faiths we never knew

Shrines of moria
Empathy for those who cannot see
Shrines of moria
Empathey for rhose who cannot see

A battle for scripture and faith ensues
These are the lost gospels buried again
These are the words of christ buried again
These are the lost gospels, the faiths we never knew

Five passages found.
Fathers tarred it as heresy.
Texts that suffer.
The orthodox stem gaining salvations through knowledge.
As time went the movement destroyed rising forces of the christian church.
The new world re-writing christian documents.

Shrouded in suffering: lost gospels of myth.
Shrouded in suffering: finding the religious underworld shroud.

Authentic relics survived preserved in the deserts of Egypt.
What this church hides.
I speak of myth disturbing texts, iconoclastic.
Views of christianity can be challenged.
Thomas must be heard.
I do not advocate this stage for a window has opened.
I choose to look through the glass and you see a reflection.

Shrouded in suffering: lost gospels of myth.
Shrouded in suffering: finding the religious underworld shroud.

The gnostic texts, ancient, depending on canonical gospels. Questionable are these works for they too were written by man from
the alternative voice of Christ.
Orthodox and heresy depict a world of mysteries soon to be destroyed by the hierarchical church.

Preceding the heretics, a revelation!
A history has been written.
Documents of Christian antiquity.
A revelation!
Scars of the saints.

The scholars flounder in ignorant darkness and bygone are the decades of truth relying on a vision of control that will flourish
through a world of the misleading.
Look into the eyes of the saints and see their scars for those who have witnessed.
A miracle dawn is coming, the cynics say.
Come forward now.
If I hadn't believed it I wouldn't have seen it.

Preceding the heretics, a revelation!
A history has been written.
Documents of Christian antiquity.
A revelation!
Scars of the saints.

Dreams' reflections are interpretations of this world.
"Split a piece of wood and I am there.
Life a stone and you will find me."
I will never rest until I am found.

The closer you come, tempation grows stronger.
You must find atonement for the demons.
They will come and feed on the weak.
I am all around you.
I live inside you.

We are the enemy.
Excommuned messengers will come.
The spirit alive as people put to death in the name of god.

I confess.
The guilt overwhelms.
Show me his wounds.
I must see them to believe, for hope has finally died.

The closer you come, tempation grows stronger.
You must find atonement for the demons.
They will come and feed on the weak.
I am all around you.
I live inside you.

I confess.
The guilt overwhelms.
Show me his wounds.
I must see them to believe, for hope has finally died.

We are the enemy.
Excommuned messengers will come.
The spirit alive as people put to death in the name of god.

Fingers cross one another.
Kneeling and speaking words of belief.
The dawn has come and gone.
Do not misunderstand the word.
This kingdom is built on faith; seeing, not believing.

Therefore I will shake the heavens and the earth shall remove out of her place, in the wrath of the lord of hosts and in the day of his fierce anger.

A false gospel, a false salvation will rise.
Forgive or be stoned to death.
Do not speak of this kingdom, as the dragon will arise from the sea
seeking only revenge.

Therefore I will shake the heavens and the earth shall remove out of her place, in the wrath of the lord of hosts and in the day of his fierce anger.

Fingers cross one another.
Kneeling and speaking words of belief.
The dawn has come and gone.
Do not misunderstand the word.
This kingdom is built on faith; seeing, not believing.

A false gospel, a false salvation will rise.
Forgive or be stoned to death.
Do not speak of this kingdom, as the dragon will arise from the sea
seeking only revenge.

By divine order: rejection!
This first coming of the gospel.
Ascending the mountain once more.
Forty days with no food or water.
The commandments are born.

As the bishops gather,
The children of Belial are gone out
From among you to serve other gods
Which we have not known.

The divine have come here to make order
Out of chaos and chaos out of control.
Fear not these men who have chosen
A false doctinre spoken by many tongues

Exact bleeding lacerations mirroring the sacred wounds of christ.
A blessing of the devout
Penetrating through the wrists and feet
Back lashings bleed as the blood odor reeks of flowers

A crown of thorns and a spear in the side
A rapture of roman torture
Wounds of christ carried by the saints
Wounds of christ

Twelve divine apostles
Only the most noble followers are blessed with this pain
A gift from god posses those and fill them with rage
Exact bleeding lacerations mirroring the sacred wounds of christ.

A blessing of the devout
Penetrating through the wrists and feet
Back lashings bleed as the blood odor reeks of flowers
A crown of thorns and a spear in the side

A rapture of roman torture
The exstacy of the limbs covered wounds
Remedies will not cure
Power of alleged miracles the profound want and confound the doubters

Awaiting the lord's recapulation of pas
days.
Angels escorting to what is believed to be the final resting place.
A lifetime of speculation about to be realised.
An unexpected revelation from a god who's words have not known discordance.
Contemplation perverts my image of eternity.

Forgotten texts, denied by the church, speak the truth.
Only the dead now know the messenger.
Excommunicated, the flock now moves blind east, out of my kingdom. Due to our denial of the saint, all now shall suffer the fate sentenced to me.
Scalding winds of pain encircling in tormet everlasting shall be.