The Stand Lyrics - Saviour Machine Ii - Saviour Machine

Are you ready for the unveiling? 

We have met the enemy and he is us 

Breeding divisions within the body 

Distorting scriptures, creating instability 

And all oppressive form s of dissonance 

There is disorder, its quarantine is necessary 

When pale attempts to gather men result in confusion 

For unity cannot be based on doctrine 

The blinding light is paradoxical 

Symbolic of two spiritual lineages 

The ministry of life and resurrection 

The ministry of death and condemnation 

The poltergeist moves ancient and established 

Reviving scenes of medieval inquisition 

Every desecration emphasized in psychic renaissance 

Reserving atmosphere for terminating thoughts 

The priest is talking backwards painting sacrilegious pictures 

In his doctrinal errors, emphasizing isolated scriptures 

His intolerable anointing is inhuman interrogation 

And its paranormal necromancy feeds upon its nation 

We will prostitute this offering with discipline and honor 

We're evolving man to higher states 

For the age of rationalism is over 

To the uninitiated 

We will stalk the enemy and cross the line 

Can you feel the signs? Cross the line 

Are we still alive? Cross the line 

To walk the sacred halls of truth 

>From whom the blood of angels cry 

To fill your servants cup with light 

For in his heart the spirits rise, rise 

To search and trace the scars of love and infinite betrayal 

For those who face resistance are protected by the grail 

Break the silence, take the fear 

Rape the sorrow, wipe the tears, rise, rise 

Drink the blood of the lamb 

Await the stand 

Drink the blood of the lamb 

Await the stand 

The spirit haunts the armies breathing life in this militia, 

To bring complete reversal of authority and power 

Into the eyes of god on highest, witnessing two worlds collide, 

The blood is rising in the temple, naked and alive. 

The stage is set through all dimensions, 

Denominations and rituals; 

>From evolution to revolution and indestructible force, 

Immune to righteousness based on law and civil disobedience, 

The people find the pale defendant guilty on all charges. 

The battlefield is cold and worn, receiving gifts of tyranny; 

The revolution has arrived to turn his face around 

And see it's covered with the blood of martyrs' innocent sedation, 

With a kiss the child is lying slain upon the ground... 

The lamb will stay awake with me to watch the revolution 

And light the ground we stand upon. 

The powers of the night, drawn between the darkness 

In the fields of blind indifference we count 

The corpses silently before the blood has dried. 

His peace is broken into a thousand scars revealed, 

He puts on his bloody robe for the last time. 

His eyes, like mirrors, filled with murder; 

I saw him falling in the streams, 

Immersed in tears, crying for the others, 

Fighting to receive possession of his will. 

Standing in the fife, he said to me: 

"if you don't reject this power it may destroy you." 

For we have seen the great interval, and we have lived to see 

The monster sleeping, but some will say 

The monster was me. 

I will hold his ashes in my hands, 

Dreaming out loud, moving in metaphors, dancing away.