The Faceless - Autotheism: Create/Emancipate/Deconsecrate | Текст песни

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1. Autotheist Movement I: Create

I consummate this realm through the vision I possess
I rise above consecrated imposition
The pious flame
A flame extinguished from the mind
I will create a new reality
No creator in the heavens above (I am the lightning)
Rest your weary mind
No demons in the furnace below (I am the frenzy)
I have realized I am God
I will descend to the depths of man
Proclaim to the void
Emptying my cup
The starved, weary, thirsting
From God's barren grave within the garden of untruths
A flower takes bloom and births a new reality
No creator in the heavens above (I am the lightning)
Rest your weary mind
No demons in the furnace below (I am the frenzy)
I have realized I am God.

2. Autotheist Movement II: Emancipate

An atrophied frame by an impotent rapture sustained
A god you will truly never see
\"Thou shalt\" unfurling in the wind
Rising above with an \"I will\"
The shrouded impulse of your self preservation
A flash of the fearful wickedness inside
Phantoms dreamt to life by the desperately lost
Despisers of life bound in other worldly hopes
Voices from above
Mere delusions of shame and guilt
Say goodnight to the voices in your head
You never heard them anyway
You might just be insane
I ascended carrying ashes
Upon my descent I carry my fire through the valleys
It's radiance outshines the wicked light
The sleepers are awakening with the falling of the sun
Casting the darkness into light
\"Into a god's mask your dreadful coiling snake has crawled\"
Now unsurp the throne and possess creation
\"Thou shalt\" unfurling in the wind
Rising above with an \"I will\"
A purified mind
In the death of lies becomes alive
Extinguishing the fires of hell.

3. Autotheist Movement III: Deconsecrate

All rise for the black mass
We are gathered here today in the funeral of your faith
Angels set ablaze
Bask in the flames
GOD IS DEAD!
Rid your mind of guilt my child
GOD IS DEAD!
Let your sacrament wilt my child
In a godless universe with logic as the reigning scepter of power
Revel in the mysteries of our reality
Wisdom undefiled
In the shadows where secrets lie
Unrestricted wisdom grows in all directions
Evolutions grow forth from the grave of your faith
Bow your head in awe for our creation
Bring closer his withered throne to Earth
Lowering paradise within reach
BURN HEAVEN DOWN!
Nailed to the cross
Drained of it's blood
Piety dies
Crucify this lie
DEUS EST MORTUUS!
LOGICA OBTINET!
Evolved in fruition to deny the god of carnal opposition
There will be no judgement from above
Inherit the Earth
Possess what is left
Behold a vision blinded by guilt ridden righteousness
Mortal entombment of the mind
False beliefs abandoned in the shadows of the light.