Fifth Day, Leviathan

As Memory Dies

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So on the fifth day God
Brought Leviathan into form
Placing It at the head of all creatures
He saw that this was good

Burning on the pyre
Of Faith stands a life of
Shameful deprivation
For the Lord

In the perfection of the
Beloved creature
A mole dressed in white
Soils Its grandeur

The crown of thorns upon his tempted heart
A serpent hissing glory by his side

Opulence, hypocrisy
This is the creed of the lords of Faith
Seven crowns upon their heads
One cross between their soul stained hands

Hypocrisy
Lords of Faith
Mediocrity
Soul stained hands

Sentenced to live an earthly
Life as sinners
Beating in guilty admission
Our chests

Got addicted to the creed
Kneeled down on our will
'Cause weakness is power
Bittersweet heresy

We, the witnesses of the mystery
Nothing is holy-scented in this lie

Hypocrisy
Lords of Faith
Mediocrity
Soul stained hands

It leaves behind a white trail and the abyss looks pale

When It will rise from the depths of the sea
It will open Its eyes with a new dawn

Arrogance, mediocrity
This is the birth of the lords of Faith
Golden crowns upon their heads
Wooden cross and soul stained hands

Hypocrisy
Lords of Faith
Mediocrity
Soul stained hands