Lyrics The Architect - The Crimson Armada

The Architect

Brace yourself
The towers arch over our heads
The signs inching down our necks carve the path of our existence
No obelus could be printed in the temple walls
Perfection to the micrometer and no pillar could ever fall
Brace yourself
The sky is a dance of culling blades
Encircle as knifehand prays to incise before ascending
Surely the sea had been split and from its middle ground rose a serpent from a
stick
We have regressed with every step we grow much closer but now we tear the horns
and beg the books will end the torture
He who kneels before his lord is saved
The towers above and the infinite throne have watched over millions of
centuries to show there is not in existence a word to describe the love the
creator has left for mankind
The structures convey the majestic framework of the consuming earth,
oceans placed universe
Constructed pieces scream the same verse in his name
Kneel before your lord
Rest easy child
You are saved
He who kneels before his lord is saved and will behold the architect
Behold the architect
Brace yourself for time is proportioned now to stop dead and planets will come
to sudden halt
Brace yourself.
Mountains will turn over in guilt the footwork will uproot
itself exposing everything its built
Brace yourself to feast eyes upon the most merciful most gracious light that
any man could ever have beheld within his sight
Kneel before the throne
Seconds will race encasing quickly clouding thoughts, masking thy conviction
tracing all to be untaught
Pressed forehead to the floor, flow tears for mindless solace upon the edge of
crafting fate where it’s met with oceanic abyss
Deliver what is mine to take for I submit unfaltering faith
He who kneels before his lord is saved
Kneel before your lord