Phoenix

This is the end
My life is a ruin
A shadow of what used to be
cast upon me
Like a midnight hour
Picking the lock of vitality
The life I once gleamed with
is almost extinguished
The breeze on my skin is an agony
A grim reminder
Frail is the flesh alone

DEATH IS GLORY

Bury me in a white flag
Nothing more than the dust
from which I came
Immortality is death wish sworn by your name

Emerge from your dead ash
Let the torch of your fire be what
lights the way
Worthy is the Phoenix exhumed from the kings reign

Burn me alive
Let smoke fill the air
with the bondage of compromise
A new life eternal
Like a burning inferno
Defines the fabric of which I’m made
No weapon against us
Can break the defenses
Of the spirit who temples the ruins I once became
A newfound mind-state
I am not alone

DEATH IS GLORY

Bury me in a white flag
Nothing more than the dust
from which I came
Immortality is death wish sworn by your name

Emerge from your dead ash
Let the torch of your fire be what
lights the way
Worthy is the Phoenix exhumed from the kings reign

Phoenix rise
Phoenix rise
Phoenix rise kill your compromise

Phoenix rise
Phoenix rise
Phoenix rise to your new life

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Blood Stained Grace

I Created the world
Then imagined you
Put my hands in the dirt
And my dream became true

In the garden we walked
And at sins first touch
I’d trade heaven for earth
In exchange for love

Born as a man
To embrace deaths wrath
I’ll conquer the world
Just to have you back

I Healed the sick
Though there was no cure
Gave sight to the blind
When sin left you blurred

I Silenced the storm
When your fear ran deep
And walked on the water
As chaos became peace

With food for few men
I had thousands eat
Raised up the dead
As if they were asleep

I crouched in your hurt
As I walked to that cross
Felt the warmth of your shame
As you breathed out taunts

The voids in my palms
Is the guilt you hold
And the cuts from my crown
Is the worth you sold

My arms forced and stretched
Are as tense as you now
The fight in my lungs
Is the plea of a vow

I choked and I begged
For the forgiveness of man
Though they hung me for death
They didn’t understand

The gold of my blood
Is the worth I’d trade
For the filthiest of men
That spit in my face

I declare it is finished
Then rose from the grave
The cross I traded you
Is blood stained with grace