Advance and Follow
Album - 19 dicembre 1995 - Debaser id 19794

Instrumental

We have been waiting for you, anticipating you
We shall not lose faith in all that is heaven.
And heaven is such a small place.

Seconds to minutes to hours to days.
Screaming for something that's something I will never hold.
All around you is tinder for the Gods.

Seconds to minutes to hours to days.
Screaming for something that's something I will never hold.
All around you is tinder for the Gods.
Storms across the battlements, the afterfire.

All around you is tinder for the Gods.
Storms across the battlements, the afterfire.

All around you is tinder for the Gods.
Storms across the battlements, the afterfire.

Over time desire shall fall and lie and fade.
Await unequalled thought and virtuosity.
Desire lies in wait, a precious cup, a stone or some such.
Absent moments, ones which raised the heart to stand so great.

Cannot choose not to deny.
Blame falls easy silently.
Darkness preferable, comfort found again.
In solitude, a door into an empty room.
A door to familiar desolation.
The spoils of past years lost for reason,
Lost for some notions of new days.

Inside there is gentleness.
Calm preceding tears.
Cry again, cry again.
Moment of toil.
Moment of toil.

Call the Gods to answer me.
Hear me say 'hear my pain'.
Call the Gods to answer me.
Frika come! Frika come!

Promise and enlightenment abounded.
Felled like trees the pillars that held me high.
Running blind, running blind.
On stony ground I stumble and vow return.

Inside there is gentleness.
Calm preceding tears.
Cry again, cry again.
Moment of toil.
Moment of toil.

Call the Gods to answer me.
Hear me say 'hear my pain'.
Call the Gods to answer me.
Frika come! Frika come!

Inside there is anger now.
Calm precedes the rage.
Cry again, cry again.
Moment of toil.
Moment of toil.

Call the Gods to answer me.
Hear me say 'hear my pain'.
All the Gods to answer me.
Frika come! Frika come!

Take a look at what you've done
And gaze upon what you've become.
Father help me to bring his end
Then to hell his soul we'll send.

The devil take you for his needs
While children stab you and make you bleed.
You'll repent for what you've done
For raping my daughter, raping my son.

Put your hand into my hand
Put your head against my head
Put your lips against my lips
Put self consciousness aside

No redemption
No confessions
No distractions
No possessions
Let your blood run through my veins
Blade shall numb you from the pain

No tomorrows
Just submittance
No remorse of self indulgence
Just your body
Just your body
Just your body
Just your body
Just your body on my body
Want your thoughts of me inside
Let your hands run on my skin

Let me be the one you need
I shall be the one you feed
All I am and all you see
Is all I will and ever be

Invigoration
Angulation
Mortal acts of indignation

Put your lips against my lips
Put self consciousness aside

Invigoration
Angulation
Mortal acts of indignation

Put your lips against my lips
Put self consciousness aside

Invigoration
Angulation
Mortal acts of indignation

Crave it all
Know no other
Crash your dreams and fall forever
Show me no place you hide behind
Only body soul entwined
Let me be the one you need
I shall be the one you feed
All I am and all you feel
All that will and ever be

Invigoration
Angulation
Mortal acts of indignation

Just your body on my body
Want your thoughts of me inside

No redemption
No confessions
No distractions
Or possessions
No tomorrows
Just submittance
No remorse of self indulgence

Invigoration
Angulation
Mortal acts of indignation

Quis contra nos?
Statutum et ordina.
Tum est,
Juro ego,
Si Spiritus pro nobis,
Quis contra nos?

Thus to Holy War, our songs that turned to roar.
Onward in our cause, we judged by holy laws.
Hailed the sacred creed, fell on bended knee.
Death that filled our wake, blood that stained our hands.

Thus we reached the land, sacred man beheld.
Vessel of a sin, none shall call him King.
Thorns were always gold, blood that never flowed
Death lay in his wake, blood that stained his hands.

Take away his shield.
Tear apart his standard.
Shouting, sanctify this holy lie.

Wash your face with tears.
Wash your hands with soil.
Wash away this holy lie.

Dawn across the land, return to ancient creed
Mother, Father, child. Now and ever be.
Praise the wind and rain, praise the joy and pain.
Never havoc cry nor loose the dogs of war.

Instrumental