A Hill To Die Upon - Jubal and Syrinx mp3 download

Lyrics

I made to call myself righteous
I made to fashion myself a saint
But I saw the devils standing there
And they called to me «brother!»
I sought to cast off my indignities
I sought to slough off my stains
But my whole skin came with it
For I am not but soul, sin, and pain
We thought we were wolves hunting our prey
But weíre just dogs searching for a new master
Drowned I shall be by the waves,
But solid I shall stand in my watery grave.
What if what I wilt is this sickening submission?
What if what I wilt is this goddamned religion?
I tried to steal past the watchful dragons
But only one of us made it through
I tried to steal past those deceitful dragons
But what they say might be true
I shall lay the foundation
Of a temple that shall last forever
A simple harmony to the grand theme
A sound that shall never pass away
Apollo has a made bed in my ear
To sing me songs of my disgrace
Making his temple of sublime noise
Just behind my terrified, unbelieving face
We thought we were wolves hunting those who pray
But weíre just dogs searching for a new master
I shall waste my time
With blood and wine
And the superstitious meal
Shared by me and my kind
Drowned I shall be by the waves,
But solid I shall stand in my watery grave.
What if what I wilt is this sickening submission?
What if what I wilt is this goddamned religion?