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The Day has been appointed
For the spear to replace the hook
For the crowns of the world to shatter
For the pillars of flesh to fall
I stand upon that which is to be:
Not mere words but reality

I see the thread through the weaver's eye;
The cause to journey into the depths of time
Through primordial anguish,
through chasms below;
The voices from the dust
have beckoned me to go

I have looked into the ancient scroll
It has spoken to me:
"See the violence in the hearts of
men and how the wicked go free"

"The Day is coming upon the earth
When I will reclaim
Turn and face your destiny
For I will proclaim my name"

Fire shall descend with unrelenting power
To the towers they will travel
yet all will be devoured
No longer any reprisal, for the
latter things have past
No longer to be favoured
no longer to be known

I see the thread through the weaver's eye;
The cause to journey into the depths of time
Through primordial anguish,
through chasms below;
The voices from the dust
have beckoned me to go

I have looked into the ancient scroll
It has spoken to me:
"See the violence in the hearts of
men and how the wicked go free"

"The Day is coming upon the earth
When I will reclaim
Turn and face your destiny
For I will proclaim my name"

Descending... To sanctify the dust
Descending... To consume the corrupt
Descending... Upon the earth once sublime
Descending... For the judgement of mankind

Signs in the heavens declare
The time is at hand
The broken temple revives
As the mother delivers her final child
to deceive and subdue
She anoints his head with malice and lust
For he is chosen to carry forth her will:
To burn down the heavens and
bring blood to the sky

The rebellions of forgotten days
will become one in the end
The deceit of the mother, the
hunter and their head
The mighty gather to battle for
the final siege for power
The tyrant replays his ancient
role; Shinar rebuilds her tower

"my tears consume me; will the
pride of man ever subside?
Even after brokenness, they
elect their fate to be blind
Our heart grieves within Ourselves,
why do they reject and rebel?
I would be One to gather them, but
they only care for themselves"

I appear again upon the scorched
plains with the distant sky calling
The voices from the dust become one
with the scroll, one with my own
I bare it close to me, for fear
of the coming storm
I feel its presence like fire in my
bones; one with the scroll

Carry me to the far horizon, where
I shall live forevermore
One with my own, one with the scroll
Though fire and earth shall pass away,
though temples fall and flesh decays
One with my own, one with the scroll

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