Let doves fly high
Above the clouds where hands don't count
Hoods passing by
In no man's land the truth is held by no man's account
Carved in the bold
Legible laws, allbodies adhere and applaud
Lo and behold
White robe, God's gold, faithfully flawed
Please let this light in
Join the joyful ranks of devotion's own arms
Now shed that free man's skin
Agreement signed, this clause now binds you to sustain any outside harm
I can tell your spirit's breaking apart
So help me god I will make you one again
Just so you can join this crusade of cleansing pain
Chorus
Anointed by the guiding light of a virgin bride
Heaven lies inside
Call off the demons
No life left on the filthy heathen
Let doves fly high
Above the clouds where hands don't count
Hoods passing by
In no man's land the truth is held by no man's account
Heed my son, this grace's not sold
Thw'as god who granted you this mercy ball
So no matter what you are told
The meaning of your life resides in the father's hall
Hear. Kneel. Feel.
I gave birth to the message in time
Blood is flowing, they tell me it's fine
Seen the way and the wayfarer's weight
It weighs deep on my conscience, I hope it's not too late
He cries the river, blows the storm
How fitting for a muse with a halo for horns
Your honor, please have mercy
On a mother whose white dress is still dirty
Chorus
Anointed by the guiding light of a virgin bride
Heaven lies inside
Call off the demons
No life left on the filthy heathen
Mourn your dead
On your bed
Water washes the crimes
I hope there's nothing inside
I won't know how to survive
When he comes I won't have to hide
Hear the sacred hymn in silence
Postpone his repressed violence
Kneel down to Elohim's sight
Swallow this untainted light
Feel the holy spirit's touch
Belief is never too much
You are now one among many
First step: drop a pretty penny
Supplementing sasscore insanity with bolstered vocals and pop-punk songcraft, the California band are kicking ass and breaking boundaries. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024