Atziluth-martyr-dream

Album: ATzILUTH

Track Name: Martyr Dream

Track Number: 4

Lyrics:

Faceless,

In the darkened safe of me again.

Is there any form or place that's made for three?

So they tell me,

To feast.

Upon the skin,

Upon the life,

Of this living scene.

The martyrs' dream is shattered by the mirror.

By his faith.

And if you seek to leave this world,

You will be forgotten.

Just lay there rotten.

These watchers,

Help us if we're wrong.

This hollow, hollow me.

See this war,

And see this man as he leaves this world in his dream.

And the wind becomes the call of my name.

They fail to see the sunlight through the rain.

This hollow, hollow me.

Sacred age,

You're ancient, entombed.

From the ashes of angels,

Come sleepers with the masks of men.

Sacred age, they're waiting for you,

Again.

I don't believe in you,

Anymore.

Remember the days, the war torn winds when I was yours.

And now there's no more time

For these ideas to be alive.

And can they see us?

They won't believe us,

And they're waiting for us to fail.

As I stand here, on my own again.

But they don't hear.

They don't hear this call.

Sacred age,

You're ancient, entombed.

From the ashes of angels,

Come sleepers with masks of men.

Sacred age,

They're waiting for you,

Again.