Obsolete Theory

The God With The Crying Mask (O.T. 7:4)

Obsolete Theory


I can't open my eyes without remembering that day
And I can't close my eyes without tightening my fists

The sky was not the same I see here now
But how could I describe what's faded away
So long ago in my mind?

He screamed the lie and the council shouted: Crime!
Eternal exile and shameful insult marked in His name
We the divines were burnt alive under the stars
And our dying spirits were thrown down to this cursed ground

My last remembrance is Torjas' sneering red face
Our first desire is to give him back our pain
After millenniums of nothing we resurrected
And after millenniums we'll bring justice to the cheater ones

And as the sunset prepares to the night
I hear the voice is calling inside my mind
The inexorable moment will come
For us to meet again the God with the crying mask
Here we are Father, once again we obeyed
Now tell me everything my eyes were not able to see

Among all my whys there is one which ever ruled
You turned your back and let us your sons dying so bad

I know for sure you keep the answer
I know Your word will give the smile I lost
And Your hand the comfort I ever missed
My faith in You will never waver again

We know for sure there is a light
We know Your reign will give us the riches we lost
They know you'll give the reward
For being our faithful servants

That's why we are coming back to you
That's why they are reaching you with us
We are coming back
That's why they are singing, that's why they're praising You

The time is coming for the feast of the Father
We earned our seat on the blessed ship
We don't care if we'll die to serve our shepherds
We long for walking through the red fields of Lekhiem
We don't fear the knife and the noose
We don't fear the pitchforks and the flames
The time is coming for the feast of the Father
We earned our seat on the blessed ship
We don't care if we'll die to serve our shepherds
We long for walking through the red fields of Lekhiem