THE HIEROPHANT
Bringing Lost Sheep Back To The Fold


God's Apocraphy
And all the Fears we based it on
Sent a soul to me
Filled with doubt in Priestly Robes
Return the purpose
Of this priestly calling
This uncertain
Scholar implores thee

Branded by doubt, burdened by pain, hearing the Call of some form of blasphemy
Burning in the fire, pain and flesh conspire, bearing the pain of my Secret Desire

Bringing lost sheep back to the fold
Body will yearn to fill this Hole

Everybody's talking, now the time has come
Everbody's mocking never should've begun

Everybody's talking, now the time is come
To mock the faith that is now tearing me asunder
Everybody's mocking, never should've begun
Please release my vow, end the plague of these feelings now, in the fires of hell

Everybody's talking, now the time is come
Everybody's mocking, never should've begun
You believe me now, end the plague of these feelings now, in the fires of hell

I will seek out, in my estranged life, a way to set me free (of) endless strife, if only I could ply a different trade, be one with these feelings, deep inside me

Wakened in the fire, I painfully desire, fear of body's claim and my dreams of him conspire.
Burdened as a Station, of loving's limitation, quaking in the fear of this Secret Damnation.
And over, and over, and over again, I will have to see him, strife will never end
Quaking from the feelings, nights staring at ceilings, waiting and fearing and oh God!
And over, and over, and over again, why can I not sleep, why I must depend
Damned in fear's creation, love's abomination, chained in the fear of this secret's creation

Then, I will seek out, in my estranged life, a way to set me free (of) endless strife, if only I could ply a different trade, be one with these feelings, deep inside me

Saintly purpose
To defeat corruption

You will feel and you will kneel and face your sin your soul revealed

Let it come, this sickness in you
Let it come, this feeling now
Let it come, this Solemn Day
Let it go, my soul to prey
Return the purpose
Of this Priestly Calling

You would feel and he would kneel, his face in sin, his whole revealed as satan, in your soul
As he turns away and feels your Sin invade him whole.

Branded by doubt, burdened by pain, hearing the Call of some form of blasphemy
Burning in the fire, pain and flesh conspire, bearing the pain of your Secret Desire

Bringing lost sheep back to the fold
Body will yearn to fill this Hole

You will know, everybody's talking, you will be, now the time is come
You will know, everybody's mocking, you'll obey, branded by the Sun
For Oblivion, end the plague of your feelings now, in the fires of hell

Everybody's talking, everybody knows
To mock the faith that is now tearing me asunder
You will know, everybody's talking, you'll obey, branded by the Son
Pure Oblivion, end the plague of these feelings now, in the fires of hell

I will seek out, in my estranged life, a way to set me free (of) endless strife, if only I could find a World of Hate, be one with these feelings, deep inside me....