Quiet surface Blurred reflection Heaven's mirror Calm awaiting Like glass until it breaks Like glass until it breaks Peaceful silence Pressing void
These are barren lands Of steer and cold Desert night Of frozen time Endless fields of -- Has lost is trail The blood of war Cold lair Howling winds
The open air Atop this mountain Welcomes my hungered voice Yet - in the echoes Of my indulgence I hear a calling from below Silent cries To my solitude
Frozen Lakes On Mars Red fiery star, god of war Blood stained archon in the sky Far beyond the reach of those again From the west, from the east Burning
[feat. Mikael Akerfeldt on lead vocals] Prayers Confessions The peaceful tools Of a righteous man Redemption Forgiveness Serenity complete And you believe
Again I find myself in this narrow chamber And my kettle simmers with the same old brew Now turning sour There must be more to this than chemistry As
He lies quiet now In the nothing And there is no epitaph No stone Yet - his legacy flows Like a river Walker of barren paths Seer of night Friend of
Night comes with the smell of murder And shadows fall long on my trail Such are the hazards of my craft All lights disperse And the devil takes me down
Come suffering, Apocalypse Release the fires of Hell I call upon destruction and despair Here the days of slumber end I beckon the night to live and overcome
Citizen! Whence came your voice Your right to speak? Is there a purpose to your tongue And gnawing teeth? I ask thee; How deep and hollow Is your mouth
It was never The icy winds of the heights But the coldness of the world That hardened my foundation Whether your approach Is that of praise or blasphemy
I have tried so hard To regain my faith In man Yet, I fail again To uphold this Deception His collective truths Are far too salt I return instead To
The sky is clouded and grey like a mirror Dreams of celestial bliss buried deep An invisible web of whispers Spread out over dead-end streets Silently
Awake, O' serpent of my heart It is time The sun stands high And unfaithful crowds await Thee Redemption in their eyes And stone at hand The arena hungers
Of all rejected creatures unloved Of all who defy the predestination That divides mankind Into the saved and damned He was the first. The lurking punishment
The word is easy Dripping sweet and cocky from the tongue Vaguely describing the taste of blood. A distant cry arise From the fathomless well That is
One great man was silent Of his superiority. He was openly flattered And hated silently. Another spoke of his will to aspire To create beyond himself
Were you not humble Not submissive? Would you not bend your knee? Did you question or object To the world of the many? Had you a vision of your own?
