Torments of Silence - Denominate

Entering into a playground of thought, a vortex of gain, stagnation and loss

Decisions made here have the effects we have intended to see

Intent guides the course of our lives, shadows cast imagery before the eyes

Ignorant take off on breath of wind, yet the vigilant stand tall

Fighting on the frontlines of peace

Will you be able to ride out the storm, of hate without cause

Afflicted by all of the symptoms we fail to cure

Why refuse to treat yourself with words of wisdom

This knowledge that counters the fall

The wisdom not born of spite

In truth speak no words

Of the blessed hate, be not afraid

All this is in touch with clarity, so let the fire take the flesh

And still we stand our ground

Unswayed by the torments of time, bursting with hate towards all forms of life

Unbalanced, destructive, beneficial to form, as new worlds with old collide

Within this turmoil the masterplan resides

Unstoppable power, life force, dark side of life

This is what the wise would seek to hide

Now dead behind the frontlines of war, the storm has passed you by

Your life without cause, afflicted by all of the symptoms

No one’s seen before, the disease is ignorance

And it ensures a fall

Fall from grace

Attempting to pierce the mist, with eyes that no longer see

Beyond that, before them, the latent force of god

Wasting our blessings, life force is taken

Days dead and gone, uphill towards defeat we ride

Until we greet the end, with open, wounded arms

In truth speak no words

Of the blessed hate, be not afraid

Be taken by the flame