come crumbling as the shattering of faith he who cannot stand for his lord will sleep forever without wake and among us are the faithless who long only for the glory of this world among us are faithless but i am not of them for i long only to die in his arms in the eyes of god i am his testament the wool is warm with comfort but this is coated in deception for the sheep will soon be stripped and it will freeze without protection bare blooded and ripe for failure this is where all are defined by his will thy knees will testify did he stand to the throne the pigs drown spiraling alone arrogant the goblet raise you high the portrait of perfection do you not see this pride itself is an infection nigh is the hour when trumpets will close the graves and may those who stood for their lord rejoice let cowards sink and settle for remorse on tables stretched horror stares to rape our lungs of precious air three times to the skies our hands we raise reverse this curse this violent plague it is infectious the dispersion of bone of the spineless live like a wordless dog may you forever remain silent or stand for his throne relieve the world of its infectious ailment in the eyes of god i am his testament come crumbling for without god one exists without meaning we are his testament serving as the heart and flesh when one part of this body aches we seek to cure its distress we are the testament