Aegis Lyrics

From scripture to conscription

A militia of opposition

You paint the world with a crooked-ended conscience

The brush is frayed in your brittle hands

And your palette is stained

I, inverse

From the gods above - I am the earth

Bones and clay await the day

Of man becoming God

Under the aegis

Of a watchful eye

Slip away from oppressive surveyors

In a blackened guise

All rivers run down stream

Your poison spikes the source

The brush is frayed in your brittle hands

And your palette is stained

Under the aegis

Of a watchful eye

Slip away from oppressive surveyors

In a blackened guise

Aegis

Aegis

Aegis

Aegis

The fruit you bear has a bitter taste

Why were we left to die alone?

The stains we wear cannot be erased

You were said to be our shield

O, what a tragic web we weave

When gods become thieves

Godhead becometh the man who seek free will

From the watchful eyes of our antithesis

Flee not from your creators

But dismantle them from the core

Godhead becometh the man who seek free will

Godhead becometh the man who seek free will