The Stand Lyrics

The Stand lyrics

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.