Lyrics
'Call upon the sanctity of falling stars crushing me. Feel their weight, mauling'
Open the gates
We stand ready to resolve your fate
Fear the choice, that you long have made
For in our judgment your pleas will come too late
It's intriguing how fast men are willing
to devoid their sins as the sins of heritage
Through the symphony of centuries, Cold and bitter songs
This artform that appeals so much will fuck you all
They run, astounded
Our return, they found it
The priests ,of hornets
Your image, deform it
You called , we answered
The result, dissented
You dare, objecting
There is no rejecting
RUN
We shall prove that god is real
For we stand before you
We will make this world anew
From the blindness of the eyes that we sew
We answer
How bold, narcissistic
Enslaved, addicted
Our gifts, are tarnished
our words, discarded
A world , so broken
it's depth, unspoken
In time, is frozen
Our paths interwoven
A crest of heathens is discolored by the bleeding
A depiction so conceiving by the lies that they've been feeding
This lost cattle has begged for us to return
But in the meantime forgot to worship the sun.
We answer
Omicron Band
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