Tracks

01. Levitation
02. Witchtripper
03. Open Coffins
04. The Curse Is A Lie
05. This Work Is Timeless
06. The Misfortune Teller



01. Levitation

Dead sing through me
Uprising in shaman's translation
Archrival souls (of) squandering
Transcending the threat, the tarots are burned

There'll come a time
To gloat in the light
Don't stop there... levitation...

This flesh claims dreams...
Mars haunts the skies, crimson and gleaming...
Lay thee rebel arms free...
Throttle their bones, wrangle its beasts...

There'll come a time
To brave the blind
(But) don't stop their...
Levitation...

Laymen's translation
Morals be damned, its ignorance paramount
(But) Kiss sin's feet in worship
What we can't grovel in will master our fate

There'll come a time
The cause will die
(But) it won't stop there... levitation...

Levitation will knock you down to size...


02. Witchtripper

Lightning struck down twice
Black mass Latin fire
Smokescreen...
Cast runes terrorize...
Stones thrown rooftop high...
Blaspheme!

Witchtripper [4x]

Satan!
Worm-carved rites
Horrifies their spies
Smokescreen...
Defend night-flight sites
Trap clamped, snared for pyres
Blaspheme!

Witchtripper [4x]

Cross-gripped tight, hands tied...
Smokescreen!
Useless wooden lies...
Blaspheme!

Witchtripper [4x]


03. Open Coffins

It's the strength of defiance that defines a life
Can't give it clout anymore
Bless the bravest attempts to tear us down
Good luck and fuck your retort

A graven world
(There's) A grave in the sky
I don't trust your face
(Because) my coffin's still open

It's the bullish minds that weaken the herd
Can't let them suck all our blood
Restless fools will cry, likes wolves overheard
Tainted and reeking of spoils

A graven world
A grave in the sky
They don't trust my face
(Because) our coffins are open

It's flawless black and white
Our heart is on our sleeves
I'm fucking serious
We wear our hearts on our sleeves

Trust is hard to find (but) decipher the worst
Money ain't much anymore
Use the strongest minds to soften the fall
Deploy your warrior blood

A graven world
(There's) A grave in the sky
I don't trust your face
(Because) my coffin's still open

(It's) The wayward horde
(It's) The weight of the bribe
Don't like this face
(Because) our coffins are open
A graven world...
A grave in the sky...
They don't trust our faces...
(Because) my coffin is open...

DEPLOY YOUR WARRIOR BLOOD


04. The Curse Is A Lie

What isn't finished that was never started?
A vortex tubing that's remote retarding
Discharged before the accident that happened waylaid
Seen through a cracked orbital spasm interrupted surgery

Pulsating, deep-blue-reeling headlong
Some copper coins are really made of tin foil
Unable to get the neurology demanded
Growing unsteady, hardly ready, jerking more perverted
Your days are numbered
Start counting backwards

Sculpting statues of yourself
Plague-deep drifting drowning health
The curse is a lie

The interstates, the creeping toil
the multi-national whores have mothered all... yes I know...

It's out of bounds, against the law,
it's everything that's right for us that's wrong... yes I know...
Yes I know, I know and that's for sure...

The smallest people in your pockets never mingle
A wreck in signals now creating doubt that's (pointed) inward
Pretend to play defender while on the offensive
Still stabbing, cross-armed-crooked, pouring blood that smells expensive

Sculpting statues of yourself...
Plague-deep drifting drowning health...
The curse is a lie.


05. This Work Is Timeless

When you return
Expect concern
Lived through the high
And the lower

For some are chosen
Weary from fighting
The clock is broken
Recalling...
This work is timeless...

I'm re-re-born
(A) Rare gift adorned
Sought out the truth
Without any proof

For I've been tested
Exhausted fighting
Sadness infested
Recalling...
This work is timeless...

This work is timeless... recalling...
This work is timeless...
(They'll) never get rid of me...

This work is timeless...

Recalling... this work is timeless... This work is timeless...


06. The Misfortune Teller

The will was lost
In cities of the dead
The land around them mourned
Too lax to comprehend

The rife of wards
The armies in the skies
The muddled occupied feed
All pseudo-catholic rites
A rise, of the dead
The word upon our heads is "Forlorn"
The size, of the dread
Within our padlocked haunts we erode

A grave mistake
(We're) right back where we started from
No brave escape
It's right back here we come
Resent yourself.

Misfortune's law
Is sketched within our chests
The ram's head has decided
The sheep among us sleep

The layman's worth
The hole above his head
The tyranny is clear
The floor beneath is gone
Rise, of the dead
The words upon our heads is "Forlorn"
The size, of the dread
Within our padlocked haunts we erode

A grave mistake
(We're) right back where we started from
It's devastating
It's right back here we come
Resent yourself.

A grave mistake...
(We're) right back where we started from...
It's devastating...
It's right back here we come...
Resent yourself.