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FUNERAL AGE LYRICS
"Fistful of Christ" (2004)
1. ...Bloodshed Begin
2. Fistful of Christ
3. Promised Land of Lies
4. Upon the Grave of Angel's Wing
5. Halo of Suffering
6. Requiem of the Condemned
7. The Funeral Ages
1. ...Bloodshed Begin
2. Fistful of Christ
Spirit de Jesus arisen in shame
Committed murder in Jesus' name
Deeds of the Devil you're made to forgive
Heaven a nightmare you'd kill to relive
Gates of my Heaven lead straight to your fear
Abandon hope all ye who enter here
Go with the cursed, drift in the mist
Grieving the memories that slip from your fist
Roll over stone and reopen the wound
Deeper devotion, the darker your tomb
Reach for the lifeless hand in the darkness
Peel off your skin and be cleansed
Cleansed of your sins
Run for your life, Fist has fallen
Nowhere to hide, Fist has fallen
Cling to the soul that you sold for a lie
Cowering in shadows of doubt where your demons reside
The cursed pulse of amen, Cardiac arrest begun
The bloody fist has fallen, That every heart will cease as one
With head full of hatred, Fistful of Christ
So many crosses, so little time
Praying like Hell for what does not exist
Cadaverous memories that slip from your weakening fist.
3. Promised Land of Lies
The pain of martyred dreams is all that remains to be seen
Curse this wretched name to the grave from whence it came
Seizures, the suicidal holy visions
God wept mankind, one nightmare at a time, dead in his sleep
Sow us and so must the harvest be reaped
Aimless, footsteps that led into the blackness
The corpses only want to play, forever and a day
T'was written you would come, the Devil's only son, chosen one
Heaven, the nameless grave forever beckons
Cut yourself and walk with God, His kingdom in the sod
Murderous horizon, the promised land of lies in your eyes
A thousand seas could never bleed enough for me
Torrid winds, still the hatred burns
A thousand lives wash upon a blood red shore
Of endless prayers that do not matter anymore
4. Upon the Grave of Angel's Wing
November sorrow fallen upon us
Abandoned miscarriage messiah to come
You fuck them to life and malicious intentions
Breed them in scorn before they are born
Devil may I have this dance?
Upon the grave of angel's wing
Where the burning witches laugh
Where the murdered children sing
December gloom, eclipse the moon
Prey for killing, the killing that is life
Your dreams are the saviour your fears crucified
Your very own life is your own suicide
Trudge the path of lies and men
Shed us through another skin
The lives we lead, lead nowhere
To bleed forever there
Weep and pray that our lives die away
Bleed us through another day
The sea of skull and bone
Their sins have been atoned
Life fights yet never survives
Curse us through another demise
The atonement you seek
The skull cloth cease to speak
5. Halo of Suffering
Silhouette through yonder wood beneath the harvest moon
Dances in the autumn wind beneath the gallows pole
T'would seem a liftime I've...In death you've come alive
What be the plague upon the winds that carry on your song?
Lay to sleep with bedtime stories of the guillotine
What would seem but just a dream i wish to never wake
In seconds time you'll see, the throes of disbelief
And 'tis as though from heaven came the crimson waterfalls
Colorless rainbow, Halo of Suffering
Punitory killing make mine life worth living
Curse repose, Requiem of the condemned
And in the lamentations I died and went to heaven
6. Requiem of the Condemned
7. The Funeral Ages
World be damned, so reads the bleeding epitaph of man
Thousand funeral proceed, thousandth demon seed
Descending skies, the sun has turned its back, cursed in black
Ever we witness an age to begin for belief bound by hatred and sin
The storms begat the infinite rage of the sea
Thunderheads of blackness above foreshadowed the nightmare to be
The reaper's deadly scythe incise the skies from within
And bleed upon the very worms that bore its wretched skin
Rue the day mine eyes did meet that darkest gaze
Take and speak my name in vain through amber waves of pain
What pain is this that lies betwixt the kisses left from father's fist
Sail with me the crimson sea that drips beneath the wrist
The scars upon the warring lands
The righteous affliction of violent infection that taints the blood of man
Humanity at war, rape the dying whore
Procreate the Jesus child, second comeing necrophile
Take your life, frail and thin, Funeral Ages to begin
All the world asleep as one, Devil's work is done
Your world be damned, all of the effigies burn with me
Life is paralyzed in fear, bitter tears of yesteryear
Empty graves fill with hope, sins of which you never spoke
Wage of war to pay, come to rue the day your world be damned
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