Reaping the Fallen, The First Harvest 1995

   

Where happiness ruled

We stood alone, where roses grew
A blood red sun, shone down on us
We stood alone, where life just won
In front of us, a fallen cross
We stood alone, where happiness ruled

We stood alone, where roses grew
The blackened moon, shone down on us
We stood alone, where prayers collapsed
The blood of Christ, covered the ground
We stood alone, where happiness ruled
 

Reaping the Fallen.... the First Harvest

Climbing the stairs of sorrow
To achieve completion
Listening to the sound,
of nails being struck
Into the hands,
of a million sons,
hanging....
from the ceiling of heaven
This is happiness
Heaven falling

Climbing the stairs of sorrow
Towards completion
Laughter staking,
the hearts of shadow gods
Lost in the maze,
of condemnation
Where heretics smile,
at the decay
All divine
I laugh with the heretics

Climbing the stairs of sorrow
In utter completion
I see no end,
of happiness
Looking at angels falling,
down without wings
Towards darkness
Where life still lives
Reaping the fallen,
as the first harvest of life

This is Darkness, There will be Light

This is darkness
Who will bring the light
Can you peer through the crucified
I am not one
Blessed be life
There will be light
Looking through the glass
Seeing what's not to be seen
Frozen angels whisper
Is salvation?
We are one
Side by side

This is darkness
Who will bring the light
Can you live through servitude
I am not one
Blessed be life
There will be light
Singing with the angels
Live and realize
Frozen angels whisper
Is salvation?
We are one
Side by side

Angels of the highest order / We are Seraphim

There was no air left to breathe
Within these walls of pain
There was no light left to see
Beneath this roof of decay
There was no emotions left to feel
Inside this cathedral of grief
And they still kept praying
Blinded by belief

We are Seraphim

Burning in their own virtual fire
Inside them only lies
Penetrating the inner circle of sickness
Their bleeding hands reaching out to die
Kneeling before the lost son
Watching his life cease
And they still kept praying
Blinded by belief

We are Seraphim

This feast of abomination
Where life is disgust
Crying for deliverance
In a state of servitude
Within these four walls of pain
Where life is a disease
They still kept praying
Blinded by belief

We are Seraphim