Haste God Reclaims His Throne Lyrics

God Reclaims His Throne Lyrics

Baptized by kilowatts and ohms, what's left is waiting. The embers rise like
incense carry praryers for what is next to come. Carry me on silver wings to
meet with vulcan. To be forged anew and rise again above arms of fire. Holding
this common language in our hands. Find solace in the landscape. The best laid
plans carry the weight of an entire season's hope. The city waits with
shattered skyline for its missing hero. To lay low those beneath and cast aside
the restraints of hopless inertia as winter's chill fades below me. Now we are
silent, holding this common language in our hands. Find solace in the
landscape. Watching, waiting, holding on to Victory's kiss. Like alloys we
shape, bending ourselves to our needs. Bend with the hammer to the anvil of
self. The smithy screams with exertion as the flames drive out impurities. Bend
the hammer to the anvil of self. The soul screams with recreation bathed in the
furnace of ascension. Winter's chill fades below me.