Song Name : In Mine Own Image
Artist Name : Sympathy (Band)
with anthropomorphic certainty
I enthrone my deity
inevitable reality
raised within mine own mind
in the resemblance of me
god is my will’s extrusion
it is I who has created him
and my will shall be done
should I not worship him
and so honor myself
and when I bow
I praise the one
to whom I give
life
the pleasure that I feel in worship is my own
the prayers of my heart are offered to myself
how could I not
create myself as god
the substance of my faith is grounded in desire
the essence of my faith is the form of myself
how can I escape
this emotive state
I adorned myself with jewels
with gold and finery
clothe myself in purple
I raise myself an altar
petition my desires
there is no god unless I am he
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Song Name : Immolation Of The Dragon
Artist Name : Sympathy (Band)
You await your final hour
With fear you loathe the end of days
Each moment you’re closer to your grave
Infected spirit, filled with angst and dread
Accusing demon, your end draws high
Unbound restless
Serpent of hate
Consume the lifeless
While the furnace you await
Venomous viper
You’ll live eternal death
In Hell’s fiery pit
The Bride will rejoice
When she sees your fate
Cast to outer darkness
Your torment won’t abate
For the Lamb has defeated you
As he hung dead
And the Lion will destroy you
And will do as he has said
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Song Name : Forgotten Temples
Artist Name : Sympathy (Band)
[Music: Jeff Lewis, Lyrics: Derek From]
The altar stands before me now
Familiar stones cry out my name
Beckoning me to draw myself near
Tempting me with the lust of my youth
Thoughts resigned to the past
Resurface now illicit only pain
The fervor that once filled my heart
That broke me and drove me insane
Their faces now haunt my every thought
Passion and manipulated youth
A debt that can never be paid
And I was the willful pawn
These hands that grasped for the truth
Were given dire wormwood instead
This mind that sought only peace
Became an engine of war
I became the grinding death
An instrument of deceit
Filled with a passionate rage
The mask I wore became me
I am not what I once thought I was
I am not who I once thought I was
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